Showing posts with label Mila. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mila. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010


Does anyone else find it weird how darn nice the judges get at the end? Heidi, less so, but Nina looked beside herself with worry over who to choose for Mercedes Benz Bryant Park Fashion Week. And Mr. Kors was abnormally generous with his accolades. Or at least less forthcoming with the catty smackdowns. It's disconcerting.

In any event, it is going to be quite the runway show next week. Seth Aaron's collection was fantastically him, but Tim was right to advise him to push it. Project Runway history, however, shows that directive tends to result in a hot tranny mess (aw, I miss Christian). Emilio's collection was downright dreadful. Matronly doesn't even begin to describe it. So obviously his designs will be pretty amazing by the time they hit the catwalk.

As for the third runway designer, Mila was the right choice, though I think her singular vision will be her downfall. Still, given the time she had in her own studio, she actually produced clothes I would like to wear (I loooooved the jacket). Hopefully the aubergine she is gambling her dream on will pay off.

Jay Nicholas is doing interesting things, but it's still a little too interesting, if you know what I mean. I really liked the gators but there's was a whole lotta lotta going on there. Dial it back and focus, kid, and then you'll have something.

My money's on Seth Aaron. And I will pay money to make it happen just to see the sucker punch of humility hit Emilio's face. Meow ladies!

Monday, February 1, 2010

A little help here?


You may not know it by looking at me, but I know a thing or two about fashion. Vintage fashion, classic chic fashion, fashion-forward fashion - you name it. OK, I'm not so into the retro 80's look, but that's because I lived through it and I hated it then so I'm really not inclined to live through it again. This is no breakup I'm talking about. No amount of space and time is going to soften my heart. I will not be "just friends" with pegged jeans and neon. But I digress.

What has me questioning myself and shaking the foundation of my very core? How thoughtful of you to ask. It's Mila's jacket. I don't get it. I don't hate it. But I don't see what the judges were all excited about. Sure, it was wonderfully constructed (it ought to be, poor Jonathon). But I don't get it. Someone please explain it to me. Seriously. But don't say it's because I'm old because I'm younger than Nina. Thank you.

I guess it should go without saying that I preferred Jay Nicholas and Maya's, though I did not prefer Jay Nicholas' attitude regarding his immunity. I think Maya's dress (I mean, for reals, let's be clear) would have been absolutely stunning with more time. But the total smack down their $50 look gave Janeane and Ben's $500 design had to hurt. You know Janeane was accumulating crying points for us behind that runway screen.

As for the losers, well, there's not a lot to say. Ping deserved to go. Jesse deserved to be the jerk he was for having to deal with Ping. And Anthony and Seth Aaron's designs deserved second-to-last place. But though their dresses were a mess, those two proved to be a class act, both on and off the runway. Team work and taking responsibility for your poor choices? Well done, sirs.