Tags: project runway

brb nightmares

Dept. of what is this I don't even

Fashion - One Day You're In, The Next You're Stupid
I used to love Project Runway, back when it was on Bravo. Yes, I wear jeans and untucked old shirts more often than I ever wear stylish clothes - hello, middle-aged spread - but fashion fascinates me. And Project Runway is the only competition-based reality show that seemed to put at least as much emphasis on real talent as it did on carefully maneuvered and edited drama. (No, Top Chef doesn't count. I can't judge food that's only pixels to me.)

In fact, I loved Project Runway enough that I tuned out the last couple of seasons more because of scheduling conflicts than any unhappiness with it, or its move to Lifetime. Hey, as long as Tim Gunn still presided, gentle, elegant and brilliant, over the workroom and the designers' hearts, souls, and taste levels, I was happy. I'd even learned to deal with Michael Kors' bitchiness, Nina Garcia's capricious standards and Heidi Klum's occasionally cold-eyed world view. So I was pleased this season, when I was able to catch at least a third of the episodes.

That included the last two before the two-part finale, and, of course, Thursday night's finale.

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Vizard

Dept. of Kept On Swimming

At Some Point, You Just Start Laughing
  • So, we're still waiting for one more piece of battery cable harness to be delivered from Ford to Smitty's Auto. Because the "fix" they did on one of the battery cables didn't. And the new battery continues to be drained, and starting the car after more than an hour or two of being off is a near-impossibility. Not quite impossible, but ... yes, yes, I want. My. Car. Fixed. *goes, looks at the intriguingly red-tinged checkbook. Sighs*
  • Aaaand then I walk over the carpet directly above the access pipe placed in our hall. It's wet. It's someone's laundry water, complete with a delicate froth of suds. Twenty-five seconds of complete, bone-melting panic ... then we check: no water coming up in the laundry room. No water coming up in the furnace room.  On to the building's furnace room, site of so much, uhm, crap over the last few months - nope, no water, sludge or worse there. So, OK, that's not bad. The requisite call to the Good Plumbers, the requisite call to the condo association - and both respond without a hitch, with an appointment tomorrow, and a check with which to pay for said appointment. And, yes, in answer to your unvoiced question - the problem goes right back to The Plumbers From Hell of years gone by. If I could hunt them down and do them harm, I would. You doubt me? Come over and look at my hall floor, and doubt no further.
  • And then? I got some work done. And then Bob kissed me, and I hugged him. And my son came home with the Fender Esquire (a 1 pickup modern copy of the precursor to the Telecaster) that one of his friends got him for his birthday  - pause here for complete and utter happy and bewildered crogglement, Evan, you are just amazing - and father and son bonded over really loud chords. And I watched Project Runway (still watching, actually), and am cheering on four talented young designers. And I talked to my mom and vented, and made her laugh. And I vacuumed the dining room. What, you think that doesn't make me happy?
  • So, yeah. Not too bad, all told. But the car had better be fixable tomorrow, or I shall weep large and salty tears.
TARDIS at Giverny

Natal Excellence

Where Are My Manners?
This day is almost done, and I have yet to wish the divine belsum  - rock and roller, Whofan, skiffy adventurer, fashionista, great mother of the Captain and the Rani, and in possession of the lucky man she married - a happy birthday. Regardless of birthday drama-llamas, regardless of the feared natal clusterfraks, you deserve nothing but the best for your birthday. May the coming  year, too, be filled with nothing but joy for you. (And don't forget to drop by here, once Lifetime finally gets started with Project Runway!)


Vizard

Fashion Rearward

A Plan Elegant in its Simplicity
      As y'all know, I'm Project Runway's bitch. While I'm mourning the lack of a reunion show (I've not seen one, at any rate), I'm all lathered up for tonight, when the second half of the finale airs, and we find out if God really is good, by which I mean the Lord of the Universe sends Kenley packing in third place and grants Geek Girl Extraordinaire Leanne the win she so richly deserves.
     Unfortunately, I am also Democracy's bitch, and the last of the presidential debate airs tonight at 8 p.m. - at precisely the same time as the PR finale. Oh no! Terror and tremors! Drama and tears! Helpless flapping of hands and running in steadily smaller circles!
      In short, whatever shall I do?
     Well, it's simple: I'll watch the debate and turn to PR's repeat showing at 10 p.m. I mean, really: what the hell kind of plugged in reporter/almost-citizen do you think I am?
     But ... if I were of any other mind? I might follow Tribune columnist Mark Caro's advice.
     *Snrt*



Vizard

Fashion Rearward

Frakkin' Kenley
     I honestly don't know what to say.
     I have to, reluctantly, acknowledge that the timing of Fashion Week precludes the possibility she actually ripped off Alexander McQueen. I also must, even more reluctantly, that the bridesmaid dress was well done and perky. And blue. It was blue.
     But I really have to say I'd rather eat my young her head than see her walk into the tent at Bryant Park.
     I want Jerrell there. 
     Yes, he's very costumey. (And McQueen isn't? Why do these people bark about costumery being some sort of outside agitator in fashion's quiet white suburb? And don't get me started on unbalanced viewing of fashion that doesn't come from a completely White New York-oriented paradigm. Just don't.)
     He's also gifted. And funny. And self-deprecating at just the right times.
     And he's kind.
     Behind the bitchy comments and the flamboyance is the person who found just the right thing to say to Stella when she was the last person to be chosen as a team mate, praising her for her leather work and telling her that was just what he needed. He didn't need to say it, but he did. I started to love him then, and I still love him now.
     Think about it. When I can watch talent, humor and kindness, do I exchange that for talent and whiney self-defensive, self-involved junior high drama?
     Well? What the hell you do think I'd take?
     Dayum.

Vizard

Fashion Rearward

Kenley - Vintage Fashion Cockroach or Tim-Dissing Disaster? Discuss.
     Remember when Wendy Pepper was advised not to Defend the Shoes, waaaay back in Season One? Remember how she whined and whinged and held pity parties for herself?
     I liked Wendy Pepper more than I like Kenley this season. I like Suede more than I like Kenley. Suede at least tried occasionally to get out of his box. He also wasn't mean or unnervingly ept at sabotaging fellow designers. 
     Understand that I don't think any the five designers necessarily had it easy with the silly "Dress Each Other Up in a Musical-Style-Themed Outfit" challenge with which they were presented this week. A lot of discussion about the episode over at TWoP has centered on the silliness of expecting modern music to set a given style for its practitioners. Musical genres are less rigid than the producers and directors - and judges - seemed to think, and musicians now largely dress in whatever the hell they want, with some caveats.
    But Kenley whined about how difficult her genre was in a way none of the other designers whined.
    And worse - much, much worse - was her childish, petulant, rude response to Tim Gunn when he very politely (he can never be anything less than polite, mind, because he is *Tim Gunn*) questioned her grasp of hip-hop. 
    ORLY?
   
Frankly, even though his understanding was a trifle dated, he had a better grasp than she did, which made her overconfident assumption of Purfekt Nolidge even more grating.
  
Don't Defend the Shoes. Bitch.
Vizard

Fashion Rearward

Things You Don't Do
     ...on Project Runway, Terri: 1) slag off your team mate, especially when you didn't use him - at all - in a challenge where you needed to work with a team mate; 2) slag off your team mate and not listen to him; 3) slag off your team mate.  Oh, and 4) slag off your team mate.
     Seriously, woman - you had it in you to go all the way to Bryant Park. You had  taste (I liked the piece you did, although the judges didn't), and style. But you didn't play well with others. I'm disappointed, because I'd been backing you, and hated to see the signs of rudeness and meanness coming out. I really hope you do well in the future - just learn to be a better person, and your designs will go far.


Vizard

Fashion Rearward

Terri: Worthy of Respect, Y'all
     Seriously, people, this lady has put out some of the most consistently creative, intelligently designed and well constructed outfits I've seen on Season 5 of "Project Runway."
   (Now cometh the cut for those of you who wish to be surprised and delighted by PR on a delayed basis.)
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     And that's the way I see it, she said, indulging in her own not-really-guilty pleasure.
Vizard

darts, panels, hems and haws

Clothes Make the (Wo)Man, Would-be Designers Make The Clothes
    Yeah, it's Season 5 of Project Runway, and I'm deciding whether I'm going to be its bitch, the way I've been its bitch in previous years. I'm ambivalent, which rather disappoints me.
    Some things haven't changed. General episode guide and fashion mentor Tim Gunn owns that tiny piece of my soul that's sartorially inclined, because he's cultured, and kind, and intelligent. He cares for the quality of the show, and the education of the young, and not-so-young, designers. That's all there. But there's a catch. In previous seasons, Tim has immediately given off an "I like some, or all of these contestants" vibe. Even if one learns later that he didn't like this one or that one, it's much later, and couched in extremely polite terms. When I watched the first episode last week? I got a distinct "Dear God, these people are tiresome" vibe from Tim. That is not good.
    Also, the talent of the designers has been almost immediately apparent in previous seasons; at least a few have immediately stood out for me. Didn't happen last week.
    Last week, far too many people were mouthing sports-guy and reality-show type phrases heretofore eschewed by designer contenders on the show, and at least one spoke of himself in the third person (not a good thing to do when one's name is, apparently, "Suede"), whilst another came from the land of the overly-tanned, wore a stunningly awful knit cap over his ears, and used the word (and I use the word "word" advisedly) "girlicious."
    Ah well, I'll give S5 another chance tonight.