Did I win? |
Not gonna lie. I never saw that
coming.
I had seen Christopher as a
frontrunner the whole time (he, modestly enough, had also seen himself as the
frontrunner the whole time). But in the end, his collection did disappoint.
Making pretty garments is one
thing. And Christopher’s got that down cold. But assembling a strong
collection, with a clear point of view that announces to the world who you are
as a designer? That’s a whole other can of notions. Melissa, Fabio, and Dmitry
all did that a lot better.
But Christopher wins cutest hair
and most adorable pout, so there's that.
But Dmitry? Certainly he had been coming on strong in the final
weeks: But did he ever actually win a challenge? (Okay, guess he won the
print challenge with that clever peek-a-boo print.) But for most of the show he
was the bridesmaid, the wingman, the Garfunkel. I always saw him being the “guy who made
really impeccable clothing that—shhhh—nobody actually loved.” Boy did I get that
wrong.
The other big surprise of the show? I’ll
say it: Fabio’s collection. Talk about going from Drabio to Fabio. He really
pumped up the luxe, as Nina and co. told him to do. And suddenly his
collection, which had previously seemed like the costumes for a production of Jesus Christ
Superstar on Mars! suddenly seemed sort of fresh and innovative and chic.
(Still not saying I’d wear it. But at least I get it.)
(But I was chatting with my friend
R2 about this: Why oh why do the judges keep insisting that Fabio is, himself,
a good dresser? He looks like the only hipster in the shtetl, a Hari Krishna
gone clubbing, an Amish art student during Rumpspringa. NOT a great dresser. And the mystery of
the beard still torments me: Who’s got their money on weak chin?)
Would you let this man dress you? |
Melissa’s collection was fabulous
and very her (that one straightjacket dress with the binded shoes
notwithstanding). I would definitely wear every single one of her pieces, except
for this, cause really, who the hell could pull this off?
Besides this model, that is |
(Also probably wouldn’t wear the
leather bathing suit either. In public at least. )
But back to Dmitry’s collection.
I’m sorry I’d never wear it. I feel like those garments would be sold in a
boutique with Russian house music on the speakers and salespeople who smell
like bad cologne. (I did sort of like that one dress with the geometrical
pattern and the frills, tho. Not gonna hate.)
Frills gone right |
Frills gone wrong |
(Where did Michael Kors get the idea that ALL women want this jacket? Not this gal.)
Anyhoo, let’s look back the show,
which was, let’s face it All Filler, Not Much Killer.
It starts out with all the
designers being, quite literally, haunted by the voices of Nina, Heidi, and
MK—sort of the way Dorothy was haunted by the Wicked Witch.
“More expensive looking!” the voices tell
Fabio.
“Younger!” the voices tell Dmitry.
“Turn up the volume!” the voices
tell Christopher.
“Use color!” the voices tell
Melissa.
More luxe!!!! |
This is driving them all a little
batty, particularly Christopher, who has bags under his eyes and is borderline delirious.
There is so much nervous energy in
the room that they woke up Earl, the lone Lifetime FX guy, to illustrate it.
“My nerves are traveling through
the screen right now,” Fabio says. And damned if they don’t do some sort of
undulating wave effect on my TV screen. Mind. Blown. (Now Earl can go back to
his cave).
The producers must’ve promised
L’Oreal extra screen time in the finale—as if the whole season hasn’t been one
big fat infomercial already—so we have to watch all the designers get extended
consultations in hair and makeup.
Lots of product name dropping
like, “Oooh, Coral Seduction!” and “I’m just going to go in the Everystyle Curl
Mousse.” Etc. Etc.
Ugh.
And because of Christopher’s
nervous breakdown, he can’t figure out what to do with his models’ hair.
He takes one poor girl from Bride
of Frankenstein to Janelle Monae to Marge Simpson and back again.
Not good.
It’s always cute to see how awed and humbled and nervous the designers are when they get to fashion week. It really is a big deal—and this was a particularly nice, non-catty group of designers. (But note to Christopher: Blood orange really is a thing. And it’s not the same thing as red.)
Actually nervous, even though it looks like they're faking it |
They pan the audience as the show
is about to begin.
Mondo seems to have taken the
Internet’s fake mustache meme to a literal degree and is sporting one that
looks exactly like THIS.
Harvey Weinstein is also in the
house, which means the winner will not just take home the Project Runway
trophy, he will be guaranteed the Best Picture Oscar next year. (My film
critic friends are ROFL right now. Trust me.)
Dmitry is talking about his
journey to Project Runway: “I left my home when I was 18 with one backpack, a
coupla hundred bucks and a huge dream,” he says. The man is good at
self-mythologizing. (Later he actually says, unironically, “Winning Project
Runway will give me the wings to fly.”)
Fabio is also talking about his
emotions. “My whole body is vibrating with positivity right now,” he says.
(Earl looks up for a second,
considers it, then goes back to sleep.)
And the show begins. JHud is the
guest judge. I agree with the judges. Everyone really did great. And it’s cute
to see all their families and loved ones kvelling in the audience.
Afterwards, design insiders pick
their favorites. We’ve got fashion editors, the
buyer from Lord & Taylor, Joanna Coles, and . . .*record scratching sound*. . .Stephanie Meyers, author
of Twilight??? Seriously, the most random people show up at these things.
She’s on Team Dmitry, BTW. (Team
Edward is PISSED.)
So Christopher is the first to be
eliminated. He’s great, but just not ready.
Then Melissa. Her collection,
while young, funky and fresh, was too predictable.
So it comes down to Fabio and
Dmitry.
There’s some brief talk of who
needs the win more—they all agree that it’s Fabio, whose aesthetic is much more
offbeat. That’s a pretty bullshit reason to make someone the winner. (Just
sayin’).
So even though Christopher “demands
a recount” (heh) I’m glad Dmitry won over Fabio. I never even expected Fabio to
make the finale, to be honest. He definitely exceeded my expectations (and his
own: He thought he was going to be the first to be eliminated.) In the end, say what you will about Dmitry, he was much more consistent all season long.
Heidi will now take him back to the dungeon where she keeps all the past winners |
Once Dmitry won, I kept waiting
for the big reveal where his family from the Motherland was flown in to see
him. (Get the feeling that Mama and Papa Sholokhov are none too thrilled that
young Dmitry didn’t join the family distillery?) (I made that
up. I have no idea what Dmitry’s family does.)
Instead, he has three bleached blonde
besties (all future employees in his boutique, no doubt) and then “someone else
who’s very excited to see you.”
Have Mama and Papa Sholokhov forgiven him?
Is it Elena, finally willing to
admit her true feelings for him?
Nope. It’s Tim Gunn!
And damned if Tim isn’t all choked
up.
“I’m losing it,” he says. Oh, Tim.
So congrats Dmitry: You came to
this country with a backpack (unofficial contents of said backpack: tap shoes,
a bottle of Drakkar Noir, a pair of leather skinny pants, and a thimble), a
charmingly monotone voice, and a dream that you made come true.
I bet you’re feelin’ a whole lot
like THIS guy right now.
p.s. Reading my Nashville recaps on Vulture yet? What are you waiting for?