working girl...and her break
so i've finally gotten some work...i did a dinner tonight, and a party last wednesday for my patrons...an amazing couple, whom i feel very grateful to know. i'm also doing a party at the end of the month at a high end furniture gallery. thank goodness...i needed this. biz cards and website are on the way...
and thank goodness PR is back...why do they take random weeks off like that in the middle of a season? it totally ruins my sense of continuity. but it returned...with the best line. ever. the challenge was basically to make porny athletic gear for some lady wrestlers. tim came into the workroom and in his usual, sympathetic tones told the designers that they'd have half an hour to sketch, and then 30 minutes at "spandex house" to get fabric. the words spandex and house a) do not belong together and b) should come out of tim gunn's mouth approximately every half hour. fucking brilliant. less brilliant was the structure of the show...obvious obvious attempts in post-production to make it seem like sweet p should be worried...sweet p is going to be out...but of course, the more they try to sow the seeds, the more deeply suspicious any seasoned reality tv viewer is likely to become. and so i started looking at the other weak designers. intrepid readers will recall that i've pegged chris, ricky and sweet p as the three weakest designers...but i loved chris's - i mean, as much as you can love that sort of thing. mostly i just loved chris's model. i know she's a professional wrestler, but that chick was smoking hot. and then there was ricky...
sometimes, you get the sense when people talk that they're just filling space. ricky's little monologue about his model and her latina roots and their connection was utter bullshit. he had no fricking clue what he was doing. sweet p's sucked too, by the way, but crying game was clearly the loser. i have to say - predicting the ranking of all 7 was way too easy. the filming must have made it really obvious, because it felt very anticlimactic. whatever. i'll take it...
and thank goodness PR is back...why do they take random weeks off like that in the middle of a season? it totally ruins my sense of continuity. but it returned...with the best line. ever. the challenge was basically to make porny athletic gear for some lady wrestlers. tim came into the workroom and in his usual, sympathetic tones told the designers that they'd have half an hour to sketch, and then 30 minutes at "spandex house" to get fabric. the words spandex and house a) do not belong together and b) should come out of tim gunn's mouth approximately every half hour. fucking brilliant. less brilliant was the structure of the show...obvious obvious attempts in post-production to make it seem like sweet p should be worried...sweet p is going to be out...but of course, the more they try to sow the seeds, the more deeply suspicious any seasoned reality tv viewer is likely to become. and so i started looking at the other weak designers. intrepid readers will recall that i've pegged chris, ricky and sweet p as the three weakest designers...but i loved chris's - i mean, as much as you can love that sort of thing. mostly i just loved chris's model. i know she's a professional wrestler, but that chick was smoking hot. and then there was ricky...
sometimes, you get the sense when people talk that they're just filling space. ricky's little monologue about his model and her latina roots and their connection was utter bullshit. he had no fricking clue what he was doing. sweet p's sucked too, by the way, but crying game was clearly the loser. i have to say - predicting the ranking of all 7 was way too easy. the filming must have made it really obvious, because it felt very anticlimactic. whatever. i'll take it...
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