While I sadly won't be able to afford the delicious gowns from Chakra, the music chosen for the show includes the spoken line "I hate milk and fucking lemonade." You know how I love cursing. Georges Chakra for the win!
From where I'm sitting I can see the side of Michael Kors' face. He is, of course, wearing sunglasses, even though it's as dim as Heidi Montag in here.
When HuffPost asked me to do some Fashion Week coverage for them, I looked down at my Payless flats and canvas carry-all and said, essentially, Moi? Arianna, girl, is you crazy?
The designers splashed big hot Campbell's soup messes all over women recovering from major surgery and it was a Very Special Episode, albeit one that unfortunately resulted in terrible garments.
It's morning at the Atlas apartments. A sleepy Anna gazes longingly at Ping's empty bed as if thinking "Oh the fun we had, draping each other in burlap and rolling down Madison Avenue!"
By the time I finished scarfing chorizo empanadas and draining the dregs of my melted margarita, it was almost time for Project Runway. And this, kids, is why you should never drink and recap.
Previously on: Emilio won immunity, Janeane cried a lot, and Jesus, tired of the whole water-to-wine trick, turned a leather trunk into a chocolate bar, barely sparing him the axe.
Hi everybody! I'm here. Don't freak out. So I'm not sure if much happened before this, but when the DVR started recording Seth Aaron Henderson is approaching the Atlas apartments...
Gosh, it seems like just yesterday we watched "Meana" Irina Shabayeva walk off with the most underwhelming victory in ProjRun history. Let's get ready for Season 7.
And so my friends, it has come to this. As Boyz II Men sang so soulfully, we've come to the end of the road. Or, the runway... Anyway, we've finally made it -- it's RUNWAY TIME.
Yes, the season is almost over, but the finale is cruelly a two-parter, so we've got to power through. Don't worry, I have visual aids and Jello shots. Are you ready? Let's finish what we started.
On the morning of the runway show, Chris is sitting alone in his apartment with his hands up to his face in his weeping pose. Then he writes "Big Day!" on the blackboard... to himself. He is creeping me out.
I wonder, do the camera people just sit the designers down and go, "Say something cliche and obvious. OK, good. Now, Irina, shit all over someone's design."
Randy Quaid and his wife will be arraigned today on felony charges resulting from skipping out on a $10000 hotel bill. This could have all been avoided if they stayed with the Griswolds.
The designers will not only be creating a Sparkle Dance number, but they'll be creating it specifically for a Grammy-winning, risk-taking fashionista diva, namely Christina Aguilera.
The boys note that there are only four of them left. Nic says "We gotta get rid of some of the girls!" and follows this up with, "Shirin, you're OUT!" Uh-oh. Is he starting to grow on me?