The challenge is to create a single look that tells the audience in a very brief glance who the Marie Claire woman is. I can tell you in one sentence: A woman who cannot find Vogue, Elle, InStyle, or Glamour at the newsstand.
The new 90 minute format means I will have to summarize in places to keep from staying up all night -- my stamina, which has been eroding on a par with Mickey Rourke's face since Season 6, is no match for a Supersized ProjRun).
I'm probably going to start calling this season Project Runway: Eight is Enough as soon as the novelty has worn off after ten minutes or two cocktails, whichever comes first. But I love it, you see, so I can't let it go.
The morning of the interview I was dismayed to find that I had nothing clean in my closet except for a pair of black jeans and an Old Navy tee-shirt. I hoped the finalists wouldn't judge my garments as harshly as I've judged theirs.
I thought both Jay and Mila made Fashion Week-worthy collections, but I have to admit that I was surprised by the outcome. I'm interested to see how the final episode plays out -- more interested than last year, anyway.
I'm just going to be up front about something: This is going to be a shorter recap than usual. This is going to be like the Tom Cruise of recaps; it's going to wear lifts and stand on boxes to look taller.
This season you can't swing a Brother sewing machine without hitting one of Anthony William's delicious quips, delivered in his sweet and sassy Alabama twang. I checked in with the fan favorite on the heels of his near-elimination.
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.
Some of us may put our pants on one leg at a time, but others risk a punishment of forty lashes if they dare do so. Lubna Ahmed Al Hussein knew the latter could be her fate, but she put her pants on anyway.
This week, Heidi presents the designer challenge: create a form-fitting, "pregnancy-chic" outfit. As opposed to, I guess, something that would make her look dumpy and whale-sized. In case anyone was confused.