IN THIS CRAZY PARADIGM, YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH PAIN: There is Project Runway, and then there is Project Runway, and the only way to know which one is on is to tune in. On some weeks, contestants playing it safe produce mediocre wares despite stimulating material, fail to grasp something crucial about the challenge before them, or swing artlessly for the fences when subtlety is instead required. On others, even recycled ideas and misplaced products manage to inspire. Routinely, each season, some unimaginative tasks are set that lead inevitably to unremarkable results, despite the star power of inspirational guests and/or Olympian feats of contestant creativity. This was none of those weeks.
This was a week for heavy hitters, inspired designs, and a challenge so well conceived and impeccably presented that I’d bet good money that Bravo’s producers had nothing to do with it.
We were generally in heaven, even with Kenley off her meds and weeping the whole time and that bizarro-cutesy montage of Leanne “spying” around the workspace. Minimal Suedage. Minimal Blaynage — and how awesome was it that they went from his Mary-Kateliciousexpialatrocious nothing-happened-before-1990 hopes to Kenley’s Diane von Furstenberg / Marlene Dietrich dreams in ninety well-edited seconds? I was hoping for a reaction shot of Blayne that said “Who in the world is Marlene Dietrich?,” but I suppose that would be asking too much. Anyway, he’s some kind of man, our Blayne. But what does it matter what you say about people?
Speaking of which, either someone finally talked Stella into letting them help her with her makeup or she grew out of her Bride-of-Chucky phase into something more Morticia Adamms. Just in time, natch. If I were a more suspicious type, I'd say she knew what was in the cards.
Bummer about the winning design, which we were thinking about buying, is that it looks like you don’t get the little coatlet with your purchase, just the dress. I quite liked it with the coatlet. Quite liked the whole outfit, in fact, in a sweetie-hold-onto-me-so-I-don't-follow-that-woman-home sort of way. Really better if we get one, on that level at least. But I can't decide what it would mean, culturally, to get a DvF dress as a BravoTV tie-in. Can't even decide what it means that I need to decide what it means. Know what I mean?
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