Everyone has their favorite designer. Though I loved Malan Breton, with his Turnbull&Asser suits, brilliantined jet black hair, and a cackle to rival Dwight Frye, he disappointed on the runway and was eliminated far too early in Season 3. Then there was Laura Bennett, who had so much class and WASP affectation I was shocked her last name wasn't Vanderbilt or Astor. With a penchant for fur and vintage cuts, Bennett should have probably won the competition...if it had been on Television it '55. Richard Avedon would have photographed her gowns beautifully. And who doesn't tip their chapeau to "Tranny-Fierce" Christian Siriano, or as he is known amongst my friends, "the gayest gay in Gaysville." Though he may have looked like a Chihuahua, when it came to fashion design, he was a tiger. Not only did Siriano (deservedly) win the competition but he was lampooned, hilariously, by Amy Poehler on SNL, no small feat! No other Runway contestant acquired such pop-cultural saturation.
Though Christian made quite an impression, no designer on Project Runway won my affections as much as gutsy, hilarious, pompous, fearless and all around show-off Santino Rice, Season Two's wildcard contestant. Santino's secret: Behave as if you were Dolce&Gabbana rolled into one, then push the envelope...to the breaking point. (It's a daring choice to make a lingerie line inspired by liederhosen, it's another level of ballsiness entirely to emboss the words "Auf Wiedersehen" on the ass of the panties, all but begging for Heidi to supply you her own trademarked rendition of the German farewell.) Santino lost the competition after a surprisingly tepid fashion week showing but his irrepressible personality won him a seat behind the judges table on the equally addictive reality competition show RuPaul's Drag Race. With Santino, love him or hate him, you're bound to have an opinion. After six seasons on the air, Project Runway has made armchair Anna Wintours of us all, dispensing instant and cruel judgement on other people's style.
With Season Six shifted to both Lifetime (after a long lawsuit between Bravo and Harvey Weinstein) and Los Angeles, Runway might be running out of seam. (Not a typo!) It's getting harder to surprise on the Runway, the challenges more achingly familiar each week. Worse, the format itself has become a cliche, imitated on Bravo's attempt at Runway replacement, the abysmal "The Fashion Show" and more successfully on Bravo's other big hit Top Chef. As Runway catwalks on, the lack of a truly successful break-out designer makes one wonders if Project Runway is really a successful sifting process for new design talent. Of course, long term success for the contestants is not what any reality show concerns itself with; the immediacy of the moment till the next commercial break is all. It's really just entertainment. What...? Did you think the ability to make a dress out of nothing but plastic shopping bags and corn husks tells you anything about a contestant's potential to be the next Halston? Not even close. It's the mini-human dramas and silly design challenges that keep us coming back for more, not curiosity about the minutiae of the fashion industry. While in the next decade may see the show dissolve into total irrelevance, for now Project Runway is still with us. We can count on our weekly fix of sartorial sinfulness, snide commentary and those three little words of advice that sum up what Runway (and maybe life) is all about: "Make It Work."
You AUGHT to remember.
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