After a long, long day, I finally shut off the computer and took in tonight's episode of Project Runway. The season 5 designers were asked to create a new look for women just entering the work force. Some of the designers were just a tad confused as to which work force they were getting these ladies all dolled up for.
Banker, Lawyer, Graphic Designer - a job's a job.
Oh really? The last time I was in an office with graphic designers, I didn't spy any Marshall's looking pinstripes. I did spy a lot of Stan Smiths, I'm a creative person eyewear and nicely weathered cardigans with just the slightest bit of pill. Bankers, at least the ones that I see when I stroll up to US Bank, would look very out of place with a MacBook and the latest issue of Metropolis.
Suede the Skittle Dipped Leprechaun referred to himself in the third person only three times, while Kenley found giddy solace in a miniature version of her overly cocky, vintage self. I used to like Kenley. I think I'd like her more if she were sent for some speech therapy and emerged sounding less like a k'fetching yenta who smokes filterless camels, lives by the sea in Boca and mows down pedestrians at street festivals in her Lark mobile.
Please note. If you've TIVO'd tonight's episode and haven't yet realized who got the AUF, you might want to stop here or risk spoiling some of the best, bitchy judging of the entire season. Some highlights:
Nina Garcia was left speechless by Suede's hot tranny pirate sleeve mess. She mentioned having many issues with the outfit. I believe I heard "tip" and "iceberg" and then her refusal to waste another breath on the matter.
Korto wasn't smiling. But she did whip out one sassy looking burlap jacket.
Michael Kors thought Joe's pinstriped suit cliche looked very Working Girl, ala 1988. Those shoulder pads didn't work for Melanie either. Let the river run, I say.
Jerrell was wearing his Puck garnish once again during the runway show. He looked like he was abducted by Peter Pan's gay twin and then turned into Sprout on the flight home.
In what should really have been a double elimination, Suede was spared. Joe, the lone heterosexual mullet, was sent to pack up his sewing machine and say adios to the Blue Fly accessory wall. There were considerable taste issues with Joe from the get go. But just as every episode of The Real World has a formula ...
One gay and or asian
Bigoted white guy from small southern town with bad teeth and hair who voted for Bush
Brothers or BFFs from Boston with wicked bad accents
Mormom girl, engaged to high school sweetheart
Ivy league Abercrombie Hot guy
Clueless, big breasted girl next door with boyfriend (that she will invite to the house, cheat on, cry to and then beg for forgiveness)
I believe Project Runway's formula called for one jersey looking heterosexual male this season. It's the only logical reason why producers would keep Mr. Faris around as long as they did. Maybe they had a hetero quota to meet? Perhaps they were fearing the faggy wrath and thought they'd toss us a testosterone filled bone? I have to say, Joe's bone was more reminiscent of Lane Bryant women on a bender than anything else. The producers were not doing us any favors by keeping him around. I hope he returns with much less hair for the reunion special.
Auf Wiedersehen, Joe.