As for his dress, it did not deserve the excessive compliment it received. The altitude was straight out of Ladie’s Home Companion, circa 1896.
And, the few hours after, it was bye sweet and agreeable Simone, you had the banging eyebrows, merely your wear sucked. Although, the Manolo must memorandum, no as badly as the entity produced at Elisa, who is clearly the accessory temperament left over from Being John Malkovich. Giant Marionettes?
But whatever. Aspiring fashion designers are not often noted for their mutual sense.
And so with the introductions cut mercifully short,
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Mira,
tods boots! All of our antique friends are back: the handsome and oh so smarty, Tim Gunn, charmingly goofy and teutonic Heidi, the wonderfully bitchy Michael Kors, and our preference “frenemy”, mainstream editor Nina Garcia.
One thing the Manolo could not assist but notice was the surprising digit of ugly tattoos. The Manolo might, just barely, sort of, know the thrust to get the tattoo (if you have been in the magnate seaman or jail) but he cannot comprehend why human who are supposed to be obsessed with pulchritude would prefer such ridiculously hideous images.
Yes, we know, Tattooed Person, you are the crazy rebel who must express your rebellious ecology through the media of permanent self-mutilation…you and 45 million other Americans.
Of the entire the contestants, the Manolo was maximum annoyed by the bitchy Christian, not so much by the individuality, but with his asymmetrical, Chris-”Leave-Britney-Alone”-Crocker hair-do. Does no an fulfil that these sorts of haircuts make the brain see lop-sided, as if you were trying to conceal the unsightly brain tumor. Perhaps he has lost his right ear in the cloth trimming accident.
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Manolo says, Ayyyyyy! The Project Runway has returned!!
The Manolo have to immediately go and see the reruns of this incident and penetrate whether he tin arrange out the manifold contestants, and their corresponding desgins. Perhaps tomorrow he shall attempt extra the substantive critique of their work.
As because the contestants, the Manolo has just scarcely begun to sort them out: there’s the mad ethnic girl, the weepy Hispanic guy, the bitchy juvenile queen,
tods shoes for men, the “oh-no-she-di-int” fierce dark girl, the pleasing girl who no one notices,
tods mens shoes sale, the intense Asian girl, the old chick, and every possible version of gay man in the canon of fabulosity. Oh, yes, and Fred Flintstone, also.
At the end, it was also, hi Rami, who was the champion, and deservedly so, for he produced the most beauteous dress, using the easy fabric worked and draped into the classically fresh form. It bodes well for his future.
Also present was special guest magistrate, Monique Lhuillier, who is beautiful, and has this marvelous luster, as if she had been freshly rubbed with olive oil in readiness for broiling.
Here under, stolen from the Manolo’s friends by Blogging the Project Runway, are all of the designs from last night.
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For the latest issue of Grazia, Mallika graced the cover in a modified Jasmine Di Milo Fall 08 dress… Love the outfit and Mallika sure wears it in all of its fabulous glory!
five fingers.
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