Vision Malevolent: An Audacious Introduction

Welcome to the citadel of self-impressed culture nerds. I’ll be your guide for Wednesdays. My name’s J. Michael.

 

My Column, “Vision Malevolent,” will focus on the increasingly archaic medium of television. Although I must point out that at the moment, this column is basically going to function like a brain vitiated by television: directionless and far too impressed with impeccably groomed stubble. I’ve already outlined columns dealing with journalism, the resurgence of provincialism in music, and Historical “Furies.” I’m basically standing beneath the EmptyEnough cultural sifter and catching whatever sprinkles down until the writers, and the blog itself, can establish a clear, delineated voice. But generally this column will focus on television. That will include recaps, which, however uncouth and plebeian, is the most efficient way to reach a critical mass of snark. But I vow to you, my readers, entirely comprised of people I already somewhat casually know from the internet… I will make sure this column maintains a commendable level of taste, dignity, and urbanity.

 

Now let’s talk about the current season of Project Runway.

 

Because this season of Project Runway has embodied everything good and decent about what reality television should accomplish: it presents a microcosm of the human social experiment. In layman’s terms, it took a group of astoundingly fragile artists and then gleefully exploited their insecurities. I’ve never been more enthralled.

 

And even if you believe that “reality television” never truly existed (and no sane, cogent person should even come close to arriving at a different conclusion), you’d have to admit that at it’s best the genre illuminates the minutia of social interaction to breathtaking results. If we move beyond shows that indulge in masturbation-fodder voyeurism, “reality television” is essentially documentaries and game shows in a different hue. And thus, while the range of human impulses are on display, we also get more accurate depictions of people we endure in normal life. The truly great reality shows are a clash of human archetypes, each with their own singular variants that really make it all transcendent.

 

Project Runway, Season 8 is almost too good to be believed. It’s too satisfying. The drama is too rich, the designers either so self-conscious or so sensationally self-impressed… I don’t even think a DVD box set is good enough for this season. It needs to be archived in the Library of Congress in real-time as episodes air. Unfortunately, they air on Thursdays, so while I might consider adding a soft date to my writing schedule to recap the remaining episodes, specific PR episodes won’t be a major favor in the proper VM columns. But I’m still going to use my first column to explore the cast, in the interest of space, and the fact that no one reading this blog actually cares about PR,  limiting it to the final 8.

 

Ivy Higa

Devilish Grin

Oh, Ivy. Bitter, resentful, vindictive, callous, caustic, acrimonious Ivy.

Ivy infamously declared in Episode 1 that Project Runway was going to be transubstantiated into “The Ivy Show.” It took some time and patience, and you had to fight off a few potential usurpers, but you did it girl! You grabbed fate by it’s vas deferens and stared a hole through the back of it’s head in the Brother Sewing Room. You deserve it, Ivy. Congratulations, Enjoy your Poison Cake. ERRR, I mean Hemlock Cake AHERRRRR… here, have a cannolli. Laced with cyanide. And nuclear waste.

In fact, nuclear waste is an appropriate description of Ivy Higa on Project Runway: toxic, unable to be ignored, and serving no real purpose other than to pollute her surrounding environment. And she doesn’t go away. Sure, there might be even more lethal things out there, but as they corrode there’s Nuclear Ivy, as potent as ever, no doubt looking with penetrating gaze over it’s shoulder as it’s threat level diminishes.  So while Gretchen simply stole the show out from under her, attaining villain status with startling ease (the gift of the self-impressed), Ivy simply persisted. She openly, and viciously, insulted Michael C. on the Runway in Episode 5, but was upstaged by Gretchen’s legitimately fascinating Runway breakdown. Ivy just waited. As a rancorous coda, she accused Michael C. of sabotaging her during the public display of dresses in episode 6, where people were allowed to view the designers work and vote for a winner. She claims that Michael C. was telling people that she was the “bitch” of the season (for Michael, a laudably astute observation), and requested that they do not to vote for her. We’ve yet to see any evidence even suggesting that Michael did this. In fact, the only source of the rumor appears to be Ivy herself. And most people were so anti-Gretchen at this point, she could have gut-shot Mike C’s son behind Parsons’ dumpster and I doubt she would have made a dent.

She treated Michael D like a retarded stepson she deals with for the sake of marriage, but it wasn’t the storyline of the episode, just part of the tapestry. No, she wasn’t even a proper contestant anymore when she gloriously took the Villain’s mantle and robe from Gretchen, by explicitly accusing Michael C. of cheating. By using DOUBLE STICK TAPE, of all things. You know, the Transcendentalists broke laws they considered unjust. It was a point made by Noam Chomsky as he vainly tried to keep pace with Foucault during their famous televised debate in 1971. Am I equating these three things? ABSOLUTELY. Why would Project Runway prohibit their contestants from using a perfectly simply little tool, something ubiquitous in the industry? Tim Gunn’s sensationally measured handing of the situation merely offered a dignified version of what needed to be said: Shut the fuck up, Ivy, you glorified seamstress.

Ah yes, I should point out that Ivy survived this long almost certainly by producer’s coaxing, because she never even approached the top three in any challenge. Oh, the vitriol of the mediocre.

 

 

Valerie Mayen

Hi! Ever hear of Cleveland, Ohio?

It’s a dead heat amongst… well just about all the designers for the title of Most Fragile Contestant, but it’s hard not to make the case for Valerie. No one fell harder. Sure, sure fell more spectacularly, more hilariously, more exploding with schadenfreude… but Valerie fell from the top. You might even be persuaded to say she jumped, but that would imply a sovereignty to the act, that she took the ultimate control of her outcome. Really, it’s more like Valerie spazzed out on the ledge and then fainted off the top.

She was supposed to save the season. She was the girl that owned second place, she was going to go to Fashion Week and topple Gretchen and vindicate the season. But she failed in the Bridesmaid’s Gown Reinterpretation challenge so spectacularly that she never recovered. It’s like how in the original sonic the Hedgehog games, pretty much nothing could kill Sonic. You know, except for those goddamn things that would kill him instantly. He could wade in a waist-high of chemical sludge, but spin move into a motorcycle-beetle at the wrong speed… So yeah, Valerie hit some spikes with zero rings. Her version of sheepishly jumping off the screen took 4 weeks, though.

I liked Valerie. I thought her Jackie Kennedy design was super sexy and sensibly urbane, even if it was not even close to appropriate for the challenge itself. But she never made another truly worthwhile outfit after her initial burst. She was, however, a brilliant contestant with her charmingly anachronistic colloquialisms and her perspicacious analysis of all the other contestants, including herself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a reality game show contestant this self-aware, and so objectively self-aware at that. Of course, it’s probably the source of her amazing fragility. Oddly enough, Michael C revealed that over Valerie’s final few challenges, they became somewhat close. Strange that was never shown, because you literally have the two most fragile contestants on the show right there.

 

 

Christopher Collins

Just Had 10CC's of Space Engine Fuel Face

Not since Danny from the Real World: New Orleans have we seen, to this degree,  a gay guy that even the straightest guys would have to acknowledge is a pretty attractive specimen. It’s almost a habitual urge. He’s rarely mentioned in the photosphere without someone mentioning what a fine-looking young man Christopher is. In this case, pretty was rewarded because Christopher lasted WEEKS beyond his shelf life. Christopher certainly performed more admirably than Ivy, actually reaching the top 3 a few times. And really, for all the criticism of Christopher’s work as being bland and banal and boring, his work is actually the most realistic on the show. It’s Runway boring, not real life boring. I thought a lot of his designs were tasteful and delicate and super cute. His piece in the HP Fabric challenge was excoriated, but I loved it. Flattering, attractive colors, effortless… a girl would do herself a favor to wear that on a sunny afternoon. Problem is, this is a high fashion show. This is about the art of design. Consumer art isn’t going to work on the runway.

So Christopher, in my mind, has the best chances of success outside the show, besides Mondo. If I was a department store, or chain store, or any kind of national branded store that sells clothes, I’d be all over Christopher Collins. And if I was a jacked up goatee dude from San Francisco Bay with a shaved head and huge arms bursting out of my polo shirt, I’d also be also over Christopher Collins. And thank you, Christopher, for noting that your husband’s appearance in the HP challenge was like fuel. And thank you for further clarifying that it was like “engine fuel.” And then FURTHER clarifying that it was “spaceship engine fuel.” You know what, Christopher, my mind was already in the gutter from the very beginning of that analogy. All your little clarifications did was make it harder to erase the thoughts. I guess it answers the question of whether the husband had been working more fruit into his diet. And whether Christopher was working more protein into his HELLO, LADY!

 

 

At this point, we’re down to the final five, and I can note that the final five was determined at least four episodes ago. We simply had to shave Michael D., Ivy, Valerie, and Christopher off the metaphorical ice sculpture. Which is unfortunate, because this sort of predestination took a lot of the fun out of the final judgings. It was explicitly clear that Andy was not going home in Episode 10, Valerie was. Michael C. was not going home, Christopher was. Michael Kors hilariously said during Episode 5’s Runway that the show does not take past accomplishments and designs into account when determining eliminations. I still stand by this statement in the context of when he said it, because Team Luxe were being so annoying I don’t blame him for saying anything he could to scold them. Even if it is unfathomably false. The last four eliminations occurred because those designers had not made an impression on the judges, so unless they miraculously pulled out top 3’s for the rest of the season, their next falter would be their last falter. Moving on to the still-alive contestants…

 

Michael Costello

The Most English Sounding Greek Name

I don’t even know where to being with Michael C. What can be said of him that hasn’t already been said of Elin Nordegren? His patience is remarkable. Let’s take into account that these shows do not correspond to a week of real time. Each challenge is roughly 2-3 days. Even acknowledging that, Michael got it pretty hard for at least two-and-a-half straight weeks. And even after Mondo opened up to him, we’re still talking at least 5 straight weeks of people openly showing their disdain for his ability. And him, they don’t think much of him, either.

Did Michael deserve to win the two challenges that he won? Perhaps the hat challenge, certainly not the Bridesmaid’s challenge. But the antipathy resultant from these wins is baffling. The supplementary videos on my lifetime.com help paint a better picture, especially considering Michael’s peevish response to being judged to be in the middle of the Party Store challenge, but his petulant behavior shouldn’t invite this much resentment. I saw it happen a number of times in college: being friends with a group of people that all lived together, but one person in particular got on everyone’s nerves, so they all trashed him when he wasn’t around. Happened in at least two separate cases that I can recall. In both cases, I was still pretty close friends with the “annoying” one. I didn’t see any difference, so all I could do was uncomfortably nod along. So yeah, the difference of living with someone is self-evident… but THIS? What could this man have possibly done to deserve this??

Michael is one of the most fascinating characters I’ve ever seen on one of these shows. Discounting the early rumors that he was obnoxious (which, to me, indicates more than Peach is a language-prude than anything), he really is the most relatably insecure person on the show. I think Michael’s problems all extend from a simple impulse: he wants people to like him. So to some he comes off as duplicitous, fawning, or outright sycophantic. Now that he’s been on the bottom of a few times, some believe he’s also disingenuous. But it all comes back to that prevailing urge for people to like him. He’s literally afraid of negative emotions around him, especially related to him.

For instance, a quite astute commenter on Project Rungay noted that Michael’s demeanor on the Runway in the High Fashion/Ready to Wear challenge was indicative of his character. He tried to diffuse the situation by being gregariously humble, and added a self-effacing comment about not being good at explaining his work. His addendum, “I’ve never been in the bottom before,” was seen as a bit of calculated humility to garner sympathy. But I believe it’s unconscious; he wasn’t trying to garner sympathy in order to stave off elimination, he was trying to get the judges to like him again. And really, the judges are completely different animals when they judge Michael, there’s no denying that. It’s total kid’s gloves, like they understood long ago Michael frailty and made the unprecedented unspoken decision to be gentle with him. And why not? Michael just wants to be liked. He’s not malicious, and he’s exhibited almost saintlike resolve with the way he’s handled the people obliterating him every week. It’s a simple explanation, but as Mondo and AJ proved Michael truly is a guy that you have to spend some time with so he can win your over. For such a loud personality, his charm is quiet. He’s a good-natured guy that tries to hard.

Michael’s character arc is remarkable. I still don’t fully understand it. While I was watching the first few episodes with my girlfriend, we both pegged Michael’s archetype as the super snark gay guy with a devastating wit that annihilates people with his inview segment bon mots. Because that exactly what he was those first few episode. Then out of nowhere appears this humble, impossibly nice dude that still maintains a bit of a cynical edge. Then he’s a puppy dog. Now he sort of vacillates (he viciously tore into Rachel Roy in his video blog on lifetime.com a few weeks ago). It points to the adroit editing of this season that Michael’s transformation has seemed organic. Basically, Michael’s the one everyone can root for, because at this point in the season we’re not going to get any sordid revelations. He really is just that guy.

 

April Johnston

Air Nomad April

Of course April’s HP print was inspired by the divorce of her parents. All of her designs are basically manifestations of the frantically scribbled free verse poetry in purple ink and all caps of a tortured 15 year old girl. A 15 year old girl coping with her intense desire to fuck, that is.

April has an aesthetic, you can’t objectively deny that. It’s is incredible one-dimensional and she has yet to deliver a design that is not at the very least 75% black, like the inverse of the crowd at any stop on a Tribe Called Quest tour. We’re eleven episodes into this season. We haven’t seen much beyond black from April in eleven episodes, save for the brief flirtation she had with dark gray for one episode. She won a challenge, despite the fact that she essentially made lingerie for a Resort Wear challenge. She basically copied that design last week for a goddamn Activewear challenge and was praised. I don’t understand  how April’s critical receptiveness has increased as the season has progressed. Unfortunately, that’s all we have to go by with April because she’s eschewed the drama for this season.

Of course, there’s plenty I could say about her. She pulls her hair back so fucking tight she looks like the female Airbenders in Avatar. Like, the ones in Aang’s flashbacks that shaved the front half of their skulls for their air bender arrow tattoos. That’s April’s hairline. it’s ridiculous when a 21 year old girl with beautiful blonde hair decides to mimic Devin fucking Townshend’s baldness. Disgraceful. April herself is a piece of work, as well. She fully embodies the elitism towards Michael C. that I mentioned before, and she hasn’t let go of that indignance over his success even though most of the other designers have. Michael’s course language was part of the reason people initially despised him, but April seems totally incapable of legitimate speech. She cannot commit to a sentence without saying “fuck” in it. And don’t expect anything shrewd in her commentary; it’s vacantly negative, peppered with apoplectic disbelief. She seems like she’s a cool girl outside the shambolic nature of this show, but… The potty mouth, the way she describes her model as “sensual” or “sexual” on the runway, her “one of the guys” brashness… all of this suggests to me that April is the type of girl that overvalues her vagina.

 

 

Andy South

When Your Hair IS Your Personality

Talk about mercurial… Andy’s responsible for some of the most breathtaking triumphs and lamentable failures of this season. When he nails a challenge, such as the Party Store challenge (which he won) or the Resort Wear challenge (which he inexplicably did not win), it’s transcendent. His composition, his fabric choice, his finishing skills, his accessorizing… it’s truly harmonious and breathtaking. His ability to work such exquisite detail into such an inhumanely tight deadline is incredible. His colors are not daring, but they are elegant. And he clearly understands both accessibility and conceptual fashion, having designed both quite well, although he clearly excels more at conceptual High Fashion pieces.

Of course, that’s just my objective analysis. I thought that his High Fashion challenge look was the kind of fashion that prohibits the average person from even attempting to get into fashion. It is so divorced from real life, literally existing to be worn only on a runway, that it has a negative affect on the fashion world. Artistically it’s a triumph, yes, but fashion is tangible art and tangible art should at least try to seem realistic. It’s where fashion meets costume, and what Andy made was a costume, even it was totally cool. But that’s all I can say for Andy, really. The most memorable things about Andy this season is the is-he-or-isn’t-he question of whether he actually likes Michael C. or loathes him, and how he completely fell apart when his mother visited him and delivered what might have been the worst design on the show, in a season brimming with harrowing design work. Andy’s most noticeable personality trait was his hair: what kind of mohawk variant would he sport this week? How elaborate would it be? Sorry, Andy… maybe that would have worked other years, but you picked the wrong season to be that guy.

 

 

Gretchen Jones

Let Me Tell You What You Did Wrong... Please Pay No Attention to My Make-up

I can’t tell, is Gretchen the personification of Portland, Oregon, or the personification of Home Schooling? This could seriously be the next Red v. Blue in this great country, two equally matched foes fighting in a battle where everyone loses.

Gretchen’s complete lack of self-awareness is legendary by the point. Coupled with how unbelievably self-impressed she comes off as, you have to wonder what goes through her head as she watches these episodes. And this isn’t even taking into account her highfalutin, matronly demeanor in the workroom, with the way she “assists” her fellow designers and laments the ones that aren’t performing well. One blog recap of episode 5 brilliantly pointed out that while Valerie got angry with Casanova’s diva meltdown, Gretchen was condescendingly “disappointed” in AJ and Michael C. for their supposedly underwhelming performance. Gretchen doesn’t even realize how poorly she comes off.

But just like Michael, there’s an underlying behavior in Gretchen that is actually totally relatable: she wants to be seen as objective and astute and shrewd. She wants to be the Tim Gunn character, essentially. She wants to seem intelligent and wise. She wants to be an expert. And the way you appear like an expert, in fact the way you become an expert, is to openly act detached and above your context. Now, this has to be coupled with an innate and private passion for the subject, but when giving a critique you need to be firm and measured. With Tim Gunn, it comes off as sagacious. Gretchen comes off as arrogant, supercilious, pompous, take your pick. But that’s her motivation, I can assure you. She truly feels like she’s helping, and to be fair, it’s at least an attempt to be helpful. Unsolicited? Perhaps, although from what I understand it’s not uncommon in the workroom. Villainous? Hardly. It’s not even delusional. She fully understands what she’s doing, it’s just her impulse to critique.

Her real problem, where she’s truly clueless, is in her disposition. Gretchen’s cadence is a fucking disaster. People mock Valerie for her incessant “up-talking,” but what about Gretchen’s condescendo-talking? Gretchen’s that archetype: even when she says things that are actually quite savvy (and Gretchen is clearly very intelligent), or even innocuous, or innocent, or anything, it comes off poorly. She’s speaking down to you, but it’s a quite different down-up sphere than Valerie’s; the way she says things, her intonation especially, comes off as haughty and demeaning. Gretchen really is a victim of her own body. Speaking of, just how tall is Gretchen?! She’s taller than all the models. She seriously has to be at least 6’2”.

One of the underlying themes of this season has been the relationship between Gretchen and Michael C. Namely, that they deride each other’s looks just about every week. Now, far be it from me to disagree with Michael, because I totally agree. Gretchen’s aesthetic is atrocious. So is the unsavory amount of times she uses the word “aesthetic.” It’s drinking game fodder, she does it sooo often. But her outfits… the flowiness: completely unflattering. Sometimes her fabrics look like bandannas. I could have sworn she used a Cosmic Wimpout board for one of these challenges. There’s definitely a market for these things, and maybe it’s the fact that Gretchen overvalues her “vision,” but I’m baffled by Gretchen’s work. I don’t see how any woman would want to wear these clothes. Certainly, not any woman that likes to have sex indoors.

But as for Michael and Gretchen… they are totally an older sister-younger brother dynamic. Michael so desperately wants Gretchen’s acknowledgment, so blatantly obvious when he picked her first in the Team Challenge. He told her exactly what she wanted to her in the Jackie Kennedy challenge, which also goes towards Michael’s innate character as I described above, but he was so over-the-top in his praise I can‘t help but conclude that only with Gretchen would he go that far. His interview segment where he revealed that he was lying seemed to me to be like what a brother would say after big sis made him mad. And since these interview segments are done the next day, Gretchen probably did something to anger him, and a shrewd producer chose that time to grab Michael for an interview. The gloriously awkward encounter they had after the Ivy Double Stick Fiasco drove the point home: Gretchen finally acknowledged that little brother was being picked on too much, but she didn’t want to give too much because it’s still her insufferable little brother.

And I haven’t even mentioned the most fascinating 9 minutes I’ve seen on television in years: Gretchen’s breathtaking mental breakdown on the Runway in Episode 5. It was a showstopping performance. Team Luxe, commanded by Gretchen in a challenge that was specifically presented to the designers as intended to be leader-less, lost and their apoplectic outrage in the waiting area was palpable. Gretchen vocally expressed disbelief, to no one’s disbelief, and was the inspiration for Team Luxe’s strategy when they faced the judges: no one would sell anyone out. They were going to go out there as a team, and would go down as a team. And that’s exactly what they did for a whole two minutes. Two minutes entirely occupied by Gretchen’s hilariously cliched speech about how they stood united. Two inspiring minutes of bravery and camaraderie.

Then the judges savaged their looks.

At that point, the gears in Gretchen’s brain malfunctioned. Or, if you’d rather, they self-corrected themselves. Whichever one you’d rather apply to Gretchen, be my guest, because the next 7 minutes stand as the moment Project Runway Season 8 became a must-see show. Gretchen’s breakdown was enthralling. Seriously enthralling. Her survival instinct kicked in and instantly outpaced her cogitative functions. She decides the best avenue would be to start savaging her own collection, which was unsolicited and apparently quite unexpected to her teammates. Oh right, she told them exactly not to do that. That would explain the unexpected looks. Thereafter, she proceeds to single out Michael Costello as the weak link of the team before launching into an impassioned plea for why she deserves to stay. I should point out that the judges made no indication that they would eliminate her. Even Michael Kors seemed perplexed. And yes, there were some brief interludes where the judges asked the other designers who the weak link was (unanimously, Michael, even though he had immunity), and some sniping from Ivy, the judges basically sat back and watched Gretchen nearly self-destruct. You know, I wonder if that was what it looked like when Brian Wilson had his nervous breakdown. Either way, Gretchen’s public fight-or-flight reaction was marvelous, a definitive spectacle.

So, in conclusion: no Gretchen, no season.

 

 

Mondo Guerra

Mondo = LOL

I’m Team Mondo. Who wouldn’t be, at this point? Mondo’s character arc has been even more phenomenal than Michael C.’s He went from a deadpan, schoolboy chic loner to the front runner to Project Runway’s ultimate darling. There not much that can be said about the emotional revelation of his HIV-positive status in the HP Print challenge. For someone my age, it still resonates. When I hear HIV, it still sounds devastating to me. My involuntary emotional reactions have not caught up to my brain. I’m fully aware that HIV does not necessarily equal imminent death anymore. It’s still tragic to me.

A quick note about the controversial editing of that episode. Some have contended that Mondo’s revelation in private interview diminished the impact of the Runway revelation. This is completely illogical. It’s actually a masterful job of editing. A cursory examination shows that the interview segment in which Mondo reveals his HIV positive status is the exact same interview in which he discusses his victory. The interview was done the next day. They planned this, and they were correct to do so. At that point, only Mondo and the audience knew what the print was inspired by. It gave texture to all of Mondo’s interactions for the ret of the episode, and amplified the tension of the Runway immensely. It made Mondo’s revelation a relief, not a shock. And that’s exactly what that scene needed. It’s such a huge revelation, making it a true reveal would have been distracting. PR handled this story arc impeccably. It was the complete opposite of Gretchen’s Episode 5 meltdown, and even more satisfying.

Anyway, Mondo has been one of the most naturally likeable people on the show. Consistently, the best outfits worn on the Runway each week have been the ones he himself was wearing. His arid, deadpan humor is charming and his criticisms always have purpose. He’s not unnecessarily rude or mean, even if he does seem hilariously awkward with emotions (the best being his reaction to Michael’s gleeful response to finishing their outfits in episode 5). Mondo can be bitchy, as evidenced by his initial treatment of Michael C. or his instant-classic exchange with Heidi in the workroom. But what separates Mondo from his peers is his mental grit. He instantly acknowledged Michael C.’s open-mindedness and agreeable nature and apologized. His acceptance of Michael C. was enormous in the group dynamic, and Mondo fully understood that. And he responded to Heidi’s demeaning critique by delivering some really interesting Activewear. Mondo responds to criticism and pressure, the other don’t. The others REALLY don’t, save for maybe April. That’s Mondo’s advantage.

That, and he ROCKS as a designer. Mondo seems to live in a world where mismatched patterns somehow make sense and Mod fashion is always percolating. Mondo’s two “mod” dresses, in the Bridesmaid’s and High Fashion/Ready to wear challenges, were so staggering, so cute, I wanted them. I wanted to be the model wearing them. Mondo’s nailed mod so well, but when you look at everything he’s done this season, he’s so far ahead of everyone else that it’s somewhat unfair. The eclecticism, the use of angles and cuts, the patterns, the fearlessness, the tailoring (Mondo’s fits are almost always sensational)… Mondo’s won the season. Even if he loses at Fashion Week, which he won’t, this is his season.

That’s what we’re left with: Mondo was the star, Gretchen was the villain, Michael C. was the lamb, and Ivy was the bitch. Christopher was the cute boring, Valerie was the chatterbox, and Casanova stretched language and taste to their limits (“esssAAACTLY” joining “cray-cray” and “aesthetic”). So what if the designs suffered; it’s always been abut the people making the clothes.

 

And in this case, they made the Project Runway relevant again. I’m J. Michael.

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