Double elimination? I'm sorry babe, but you're out, too. Working with people you love can be a chore, so working with a stranger whose style you don't even know is a whole other galaxy of drama. But put me, personally, in a team challenge and I'm going to get in the ride-share driven by contestant Brittany and bounce. I mean, as a viewer, I love the drama of it. I'm just going to say it: I'm not here for a team challenge. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play We're 12 seconds into the season and I'm already stressed. It's like that movie Gravity except if Sandra Bullock had to murder George Clooney immediately after they fixed the ship. On top of all that, the designers have to work with a total stranger with whom they will be in mortal combat for the rest of the season. So space? I'm sorry babe, but you're out. I don't have evidence of this last theory but it's probably true. Everybody talks about seeing the Earth as a tiny blue marble and nobody talks about how the process of blasting off in a rocket ship def makes you vom and also how space has no Duane Reades so if you forget a toothbrush, you're out of luck, and I happen to believe that space is dirty. Even if this wasn't a team challenge, I would've already bounced, because the idea of space tourism disgusts me. That seems to be the hope of the producers, as host Karlie Kloss and mentor Christian Siriano announce that the very first challenge will pair up the designers, and each duo must come up with two space tourism-themed looks: a happy hour dress and a jumpsuit for going out and about. The TWA Hotel at JFK The Washington Post // Getty Images Or, since this is Project Runway, sew-lmates. The minute I glimpsed the dramatic white architectural swoops and the huge windows, I was caught up in the reverie! Maybe, finally, actually, this is the time and place where two strangers will be stitched together as soulmates. Nevertheless, the 18th season of Project Runway opens with the hopeful designers meeting for the first time in the lobby of the TWA Hotel at JFK. Do I believe, actually, love and companionship are lurking just behind that over-crowded airport charging station? No, I do not. Do I want to believe it's possible to find love, actually, in the Auntie Anne's scented air of a bustling terminal? Absolutely. Every time I'm in airport (or every time I watch Love Actually), I'm reminded of the classic Lindy West jeremiad against the movie and her utter outrage at the fact that this supposedly romantic story of people coming together begins in a place as soulless and maddening as Heathrow airport. Like Love Actually, we begin the new Project Runway season in an airport.
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