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As I am not, in fact, in Australia, I can neither liveblog this show nor apparently post on it in a timely fashion. But it’s really hard to be timely with Australian media when it broadcasts while I’m asleep. Anyway, on to the good stuff!
I still find it tragic, tragic, tragic that Leigh is in the final three while Lui is not. Yes, fine, Leigh won the last challenge, but surely they could have done some fancy penalization for playing it so safe and taken overall work into consideration. Because like this? An obviously weaker designer was rewarded while an oft-proclaimed design genius got the boot. But then PR: A judging is clearly a little whack, with Helen making it as far as she did.
I think Petrova unwittingly expressed the same sentiment when she said, “I’m so so happy it’s me and Julie. … and Leigh.”
Visiting designers’ homes is always fun, and this was no exception. Julie’s mom was darling, and her furious home cooking gave a nice balance to Julie’s 40 grand worth of shoes. I haven’t spent that much on anything except, you know, college. She has a massive design space, especially if one harkens back to the work room Christian from last season’s American Project Runway. That boy had just enough space to turn around, and Julie has a friggin’ warehouse. But clearly one does not have to have superior facilities to succeed – and I’m sure Christian can get himself a warehouse or two now.
Leigh’s apartment is so. sweet. Julie’s house was nice, too – but it also belonged to her parents. And yes, fine, with the first look at Leigh’s collection, he’s redeemed himself somewhat. But I still think Lui was robbed. ROBBED. But moving on.
I don’t just want to go to Petrova’s shop. I need to. And I need to buy everything. Of all the Project Runway designers across all the continents, I think she has a design aesthetic closest to the kinds of things I want to wear. (Jeffrey, winner of season 3 in America, is probably tied, as I would have worn every piece in his final collection. Petrova’s final collection is sometimes a little too out there for me, so it evens out I s’pose.)
Apparently you can say ‘fucked’ and the variations therein on Arena. Good to know! Also, the designers seem to be forced to make an 11th look out of one (or several?) of their past pieces. God reality TV is cruel. But there was so little drama (much to my enjoyment, but probably to other’s disappointment) they had to ramp it up somehow.
Finale next Monday, 8:30pm… in Australia! I will no doubt be rolling out of bed as it airs.
I do not believe I will be renewing my subscription to Nylon. I just can’t get behind anything – even my precious Urban Decay – that exalts a person to the status of “style icon” who has done nothing more than be rich, responsibility-free, and be prone to mixing purchased clothing in an as-yet-unconceived (or conceived, and dismissed for its hideousness) manner. I cannot support any so-called celebrity whose rise to fame requires sleuthing on par with one’s thesis research to understand. Doubly so if, after all that digging, I still don’t get why s/he is famous.
Right now I’m looking at you, Cory Kennedy. Props for building success out of an apparent lack of any sort of skill. Maybe that’s a skill within itself. But not one I can respect, and not one that will ever make you any more than an accident and minor, inexplicable infatuation of pop culture.
Nylon, when you stop putting 90210 (the current one), Cory Kennedy, and all other artifices of the “LA club kid” scene up on a pedestal, I will come back. Yes, perhaps there is some style and innovation there. Maybe it warrants some nifty on-the-street pictures. But to push people into celebrity, and to suggest there’s any more culture there than one of white-out and unabashed privilege, is a joke. LA is LA because it is all money and no substance, and on the outside it’s pretty, but on the inside it’s not, and call me picky but I like my famous people to have more interior than a cardboard cutout.
You were doing so well, too. There were even some black models in that last issue. Though I seem to recall the one before had none. And your covers remain uniformly whitewashed. I’m not so hot at math but it doesn’t really average out in your favor.
(SOMEHOW I FORGOT TO POST THIS. It was gathering dust in my ‘drafts’ folder.)
In case you were unaware from the sort of sabotagey revealing ‘Next week!’ previews, Diane von Furstenburg was on this week’s Project Runway. The challenge was to design a look for Marlene Dietrich’s character in A Foreign Affair, while also fitting in with Diane’s fall line.
The highlight of the episode was Stella’s delusional tendencies. Her secrecy when asked about her design, her argument for the horrible, disjointed outfit she made last episode that should’ve gotten her out, and her “She’s from Paris, right?” “Berlin.” “Whatever” exchange with Tim Gunn. Because really, Stella, people are dying to see what you’re going to do with leather and lace-ups this time. I’m sure it will be much different than the 8 times before. And that outfit looked great. And there’s no difference between Paris and Berlin.
Kenley’s constant crying (okay, it was probably just the same tape spliced throughout the episode, so it was just one continuous cry broken up) was also pretty good. I have no desire to take delight in her pain, I think she’s a talented designer and has been a reasonably un-crazy, un-deluded individual. But they just kept cutting her in so it seemed like she was crying anew every time. Her minor freakout on the runway was strange as she kept interrupting Heidi in her panic, only to have the judges turn around and compliment her – I’m not sure if they were backing off because she seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown, or if they would have said those things sooner had she hushed.
Better still that Michael Kors loved her “Asian …. influence,” trying to neatly skirt commenting on the model being, well, Asian.
Leann got a much-deserved win. I will now try to track down people with American Express cards so I can get her look.
