Bring it on, brosephs. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Would Like to Invite #GamerGate to Kiss Its Ass
We’ve made it to the finale, and our three dedicated designers all brought the very best of what they do. Read More Project Runway All Stars 2×12: The Finale
Welcome back, fashion and schadenfreude lovers, it’s time for another breakdown of all the good stuff from last week’s Project Runway. Read More New Show Recap: PR All Stars 2.04 “Audience Participation”
The overarching theme of this episode: Shut the hell up, Laura Kathleen. Read More New Show Recap: PR All Stars 2.03 “I Need A Witty Title”
And so it comes to this. It’s part one of the finale, featuring the caftan, the kitsch, and (he who better motherf*&^ing be) the winner. I refer, of course, to Michael, Austin, and Mondo. They are the all-starriest designers on Project Runway All Stars as decided by a bunch of talentless suits at Lifetime and some judges who, and I say this with 87% smientific certainty, have jelly beans between their ears. It is a wonder Mondo is there at all.
Kenley: I wonder what we’re going to be doing today? Mondo: Probably designing something. Yes, friends, there are only four designers left on Project Runway All Stars, and Kenley, Girl Genius, is one of them. If you had told me Kenley and Michael would still be here at this point, I would have shoved you and screamed, “Shut! Up!” Elaine Benes style. This was the episode that decided who would go to the final challenge to compete for the whole chalupa. Would polka-dots reign supreme? Would Mr. Moustache take the day? And would this blogger be forced to set poo on fire outside the door of every Lifetime executive if human My Little Pony Mondo was sent packing?!
We’re letting our fashion flags freak flappily this week, friends, for Project Runway All Stars is going to the United Nations! As Not-Heidi droned woodenly: “…the United Nations brings together governments from around the world to find lasting solutions to some of our toughest challenges, such as climate change, human rights, peace, and security. And you thought our challenges were tough.” This delivery was so terrible, the drummer refused to give her a rimshot, deciding instead to devote his life to teaching models how to act, so that no longer shall mediocre jokes be thrust upon unsuspecting audiences.
You know, Persephoneers, I look forward to this blog every week. I love Project Runway All Stars, it’s fun to write, and I love you. Yes, I’m drunk, why do you ask? It’s Whiskey Thursday, which kinda rhymes after half a bottle. As Hemingway said, “Write drunk, edit sober, and hey, you, cutie – wanna see me whip out my Pulitzer?”