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Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Project Fugway
I'm stealing a bit of Renee's thunder here, but seriously. Tonight's Project Runway made me SO STABBY.

First of all, I can NOT BELIEVE that Victorya's ugly bubble dress WON the challenge. Sweet Pea's dress was much much prettier, not to mention it didn't have cheap-ass rhinestones covering a retarded-looking neckline. HATE your designs (apparently "clean lines" translates into "make all girls look as flat-chested and frumpy as possible"), HATE your passive-aggressive attitude, HATE that you always whine to other designers until they tell you what to do, HATE the way you spell your name.

Thank God the divine Tim Gunn agrees with me:
Frankly, the decision to toss Victorya this win eluded me. In my view, the electric blue textile said “superhero” not prom. Furthermore, the jewel emblazoned panel on the front of the halter made the dress look more appropriate for a hostess at a Vegas cocktail lounge than a teenager attending a suburban prom.


Fuckin' word. I mean, look at this thing:

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Ugggggh. That poor girl looks stumpy and slouchy. It's beyond me how the judges thought this looked good.

Meanwhile, Sweet Pea rocked it:

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As did Chris, who I am secretly rooting for again (but trying not to get my hopes up because the good die young):

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Speaking of the good dying young, Kevin!

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I will admit that his design and dress had problems. His model may have looked a little...wanton. The dress looked cheap. And the hem was atrocious. BUT, I thought throughout the past challenges he consistently designed and sewed well, UNLIKE OTHER PEOPLE.

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OH MY GOD RICKY STOP CRYING, TAKE OFF THAT AWFUL HAT, AND GET OFF MY TV SCREEN. It boggles my mind how you have been in the bottom two for every challenge, and yet, still manage to live, Wendy Pepper-like while better designers get auf'd. I swear by all that is good and holy, if I have to look at you crying in those stupid mesh hats for one more week, I will have an aneurysm, jump through my television, and beat you down. GOD.

Phew. I feel better now that I've gotten that off of my chest.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

No worries. We differed a little, but Jesus, I have to put up with Christian for another week. Oy.

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