And Kenley wins again. Or, at least that's what it feels like, even though we're only 3 episodes in. Why does that not surprise me? Something about girls who are all up on the '50s tip really just charm the pants off of people, I guess. I don't really get it, but then again, I was never a big Betty Page fan.

Hey editors, can we get off of Suede's 3rd person annoying talk? 'Cause it's old. And if that's going to be this season's memorable thing, I'm going to want to start hearing Fierce! again.

Speaking of over. Blayne. Holla at yourself, dumbass. But having Sandra Bernhardt was classic. Way to rope in the gays, Bravo.

Really, it was probably good that Emily got kicked, because to be honest, she was kind of creepy. Maybe it was that artsy-fartsy hair cut that just reminded me that maybe she should've been on Sprockets instead. I have no idea what the hell that was on her dress, because it looked like flesh-colored crayons barfed all over it. I mean, Nina was speechless. How's that for epic fail?

Labels: Project Runway, recaps

posted by Kari at 7:47 AM