Project Drama

I, like many fashion lovers, watch Project Runway. And let me tell you, it's craaazy. Everyone is fighting and insulting each other and taking sides. All I can think while watching is "I thought this show was about fashion. Fashion isn't supposed to be dramatic and violent. It's supposed to be fun and frivolous." If I was on that show, I would not get involved in the drama, because I would want to finish my design. If somebody came up to me and started calling me names, I would flip my fabric in their face and silently continue my sewing.

Once all the conflict has subsided, the designers must shut up and pull their designs together on time. Then we get to see the models walk down the runway wearing the outfits, as the designer narrates about what they thought about the design. It's like Sex and the City, only instead of Carrie Bradshaw sharing her thoughts, it's a bunch of fashion designers.

*SPOILER ALERT* If you haven't seen the last episode of Project Runway and do not want anything revealed, do not read on.


On the last episode of the show, the models chose the designers, as a twist. There was really no consideration of talent involved in deciding which models were eliminated, because Heidi Klum drew their names out of a hat, and the last two called were out. Two models had to go, because, in addition to Bonnie being eliminated last week, Keith was kicked off for breaking the rules. It's a shame, because I thought he was really talented, but he should have followed the rules. Anyway, after it was decided which models went and who would work with whom, the challenge was announced and it involved the models again. I think they're just trying to get more straight men to watch, because they're showing the pretty models a lot more than they used to. The models were put in front of a table full of photos of famous fashion icons, including Audrey Hepburn and Katharine Hepburn, which I was very excited about, and people like Twiggy and Madonna. The models had to run and fight to grab the icon they wanted, and then their designer would design a modern outfit that was reminiscent of the icon. Watching the models run to get the photos was like watching a mob of crazed parents rushing into Wal-Mart at Christmas time to buy a Ferby. Most of the designers got icons that matched their style. Laura, my favorite designer, got Katharine Hepburn, which I thought was perfect for her. Jeffrey got Madonna, which was perfect for him, and Angela got Audrey Hepburn, which I was not so excited about, until I saw her finished product, which of course included rosettes. Michael, another one of my favorites, got Pam Greer, which he was really excited about.

It was a lot of fun watching the finished outfits walk down the runway. The models' hair and makeup was perfect for the icon. Michael ended up winning, for his incredible magenta top and hot pants, which were incredibly well made. And who was out? It was poor Bradley, the mellow one with the sarcastic comments and the funny sketches. His icon was Cher, and I felt so bad for him because he didn't know much about her style. He made a metallic midrif top that kind of looked like a space blanket, and a pair of white pants with fringe. When I found out he had to go, I was so sad, because he was the one with the best personality. He was so mellow even when he had to go, but he still looked sad, and I just wanted to hug him. On The Soup last week, they made fun of him, pretending he made Bonnie a skin suit. Poor Bradley. Maybe it was his beard, after all.


*SPOILERS OVER*

Now, where the hell is my chiffon?!