In which I am, apparently, the only one.
Sep. 8th, 2006 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosWell, I finally caught this week's Project Runway, and I have a confession to make.
I loved Jeffrey's dress.
Yeah, I said it. I did. I liked the deconstruction that Santino was trying to do all along and failed at, I liked the high front slit, I even liked the yellow plaids. Granted, I can't think of anywhere I could wear a dress like that -- the MTV Video Awards come to mind, but my favorite was Kayne's dress and at least that I could wear to Dragoncon -- but given the opportunity and the chance, I probably would.
I think what gets me about the dress is that everybody else looked at "two days" and "couture" and squeaked, "ACK! How the hell am I supposed to make a gorgeous couture dress in two days without making a lot of sloppy mistakes?!" Jeffrey went in a direction I liked -- take that sloppiness that you're bound to have in constructing a dress in two days and go with it.
Also, I liked the fact that for once with a winning designer, he didn't say, "Well, I've got immunity, so I can send anything I want down the runway." No, he said, "Yeah, I have immunity, but I want to try and win again, damn it." Yeah, he's an asshole, but at least he's not making the same smug crack I've heard enough. With that second attitude, I'm getting the chance to see someone actually try, or sound like it, if you want to get technical.
Plus, he gets points for annoying the hell out of Crazy Vincent with his shaver. Heh.
Um, I may have liked Jeffrey all episode long. SEND HELP.
Okay, the other dresses:
Kayne -- PRETTY. God, I love corset tops when done right, and that one was lovely. And I happened to like the skirt on that one, too.
Uli -- You know, I'll admit I think it's got the Uli touches, but done right. That dress looked divine.
Michael -- Yes, it had execution problems. But let's be honest ... at least Michael's not anywhere in Vincent's land of happy fluffy delusions and realizes the mistakes he's made in the dress. And when the judges told him to tuck in the little half-moon things on the front, I was like, "YES." From the minute I first saw that gown, I was thinking that that was EXACTLY what that dress could have used.
Laura -- Oh, honey. Three months pregnant? Are we counting according to time on Pluto or something? At this rate, this kid's going to be signed up to play quarterback for the Giants before he leaves the womb.
Oh, right, the dress. Uh, scary? I mean the collar, of course, because the rest of it was toneless and blah. You know those cartoons of vultures and condors and stuff with the little white ruffs around their necks? Yeah, that's where my mind went.
Vincent -- I agree with Nina. The back was FAR more interesting if it had been used as the front. But glue. GLUE, for crying out loud. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him. I mean, come on, even I could whip together a passable enough basting for a hem without resorting to fucking GLUE. Oh, and that fabric choice looks vaguely like the thirty-years-out-of-date wallpaper on my office walls.
Also, another season of Top Chef is coming up. Ah, Top Chef. The show I never really wanted to watch, until all of a sudden I was writing Harold/Stephen slash and calling for Tiffani's head on a platter with a sprig of parsley and some fig-stuffed gnocchi shoved into her ears. Sheesh, I barely ever cook anything more complicated than mac and cheese. Well, at least the Kateybot's gone this season. *snickers*
Apparently, Bravo's reality shows own my immortal soul. This can't be good.
I loved Jeffrey's dress.
Yeah, I said it. I did. I liked the deconstruction that Santino was trying to do all along and failed at, I liked the high front slit, I even liked the yellow plaids. Granted, I can't think of anywhere I could wear a dress like that -- the MTV Video Awards come to mind, but my favorite was Kayne's dress and at least that I could wear to Dragoncon -- but given the opportunity and the chance, I probably would.
I think what gets me about the dress is that everybody else looked at "two days" and "couture" and squeaked, "ACK! How the hell am I supposed to make a gorgeous couture dress in two days without making a lot of sloppy mistakes?!" Jeffrey went in a direction I liked -- take that sloppiness that you're bound to have in constructing a dress in two days and go with it.
Also, I liked the fact that for once with a winning designer, he didn't say, "Well, I've got immunity, so I can send anything I want down the runway." No, he said, "Yeah, I have immunity, but I want to try and win again, damn it." Yeah, he's an asshole, but at least he's not making the same smug crack I've heard enough. With that second attitude, I'm getting the chance to see someone actually try, or sound like it, if you want to get technical.
Plus, he gets points for annoying the hell out of Crazy Vincent with his shaver. Heh.
Um, I may have liked Jeffrey all episode long. SEND HELP.
Okay, the other dresses:
Kayne -- PRETTY. God, I love corset tops when done right, and that one was lovely. And I happened to like the skirt on that one, too.
Uli -- You know, I'll admit I think it's got the Uli touches, but done right. That dress looked divine.
Michael -- Yes, it had execution problems. But let's be honest ... at least Michael's not anywhere in Vincent's land of happy fluffy delusions and realizes the mistakes he's made in the dress. And when the judges told him to tuck in the little half-moon things on the front, I was like, "YES." From the minute I first saw that gown, I was thinking that that was EXACTLY what that dress could have used.
Laura -- Oh, honey. Three months pregnant? Are we counting according to time on Pluto or something? At this rate, this kid's going to be signed up to play quarterback for the Giants before he leaves the womb.
Oh, right, the dress. Uh, scary? I mean the collar, of course, because the rest of it was toneless and blah. You know those cartoons of vultures and condors and stuff with the little white ruffs around their necks? Yeah, that's where my mind went.
Vincent -- I agree with Nina. The back was FAR more interesting if it had been used as the front. But glue. GLUE, for crying out loud. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him. I mean, come on, even I could whip together a passable enough basting for a hem without resorting to fucking GLUE. Oh, and that fabric choice looks vaguely like the thirty-years-out-of-date wallpaper on my office walls.
Also, another season of Top Chef is coming up. Ah, Top Chef. The show I never really wanted to watch, until all of a sudden I was writing Harold/Stephen slash and calling for Tiffani's head on a platter with a sprig of parsley and some fig-stuffed gnocchi shoved into her ears. Sheesh, I barely ever cook anything more complicated than mac and cheese. Well, at least the Kateybot's gone this season. *snickers*
Apparently, Bravo's reality shows own my immortal soul. This can't be good.
