Alex Goes to the Olympics

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Auf Wiedersehen, Emily!

Can we reiterate that we just don't get where she's coming from when she calls her designs "underground?"

Y'know, it's not the worst thing we've seen on that runway. It's arguably not even the worst thing seen on the runway last night.

In the "points added" column, she did a pretty good job interpreting her source image. And let's face it, none of those dresses last night really did all that hot a job of "capturing" New York at night. This was at least one of the best efforts in that regard.

In the "points taken away" column, it's a yawningly basic dress which required that all the work be done by the embellishment and frankly, the embellishment failed to do its job.

We are of course, talking about that "Donny and Marie, circa 1978" skating costume ruffle.

It's just so weird, the way she arranged it. We might be persuaded that a ruffle like that could work on a dress, but thought needs to be put into where and how much of it is going to be applied. Why does it cut right across her boobs like that? And then right down her stomach to come to a stop right at her cooch? What is that? Is that how they do it "underground?"

At this point in our PR-watching careers, it's like watching mice in cages react the same way over and over again to certain stimuli. It's kind of psycho- and sociologically interesting to see all the patterns of behavior play themselves out repeatedly. Last night, Emily stepped into the "Delusional" role as she walked away from Tim's rather harsh and pointed criticism of her dress and said, "Tim gave me kind of a mixed review but I have my own sense of style, direction. I'm happy with my dress."

Honey, when Tim starts off a sentence with "I'm worried about the judges," he ain't talking about their health. "Mixed review," my ass.

By the way, anyone notice the dress on that Elle cover behind her? Deliberate or subconscious inspiration? You make the call!

And as far as designers having their own "style" and "direction," that's all well and good and it can even work in your favor sometimes in the judging, but until you get your ass to Bryant Park, you need to consider those judges to get through the competition.

Personally, we wouldn't have auf'd her, but it's exactly the kind of thing those judges love to hate.

And let's face it, when Nina can't even be bothered to say anything about your dress, you've committed the gravest of PR sins. You have bored Nina. Pack up your headbands, girl. You're going home.

Her exit video:




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T LOunge...

...is now open. Hang up your wrap, check your lipstick, and grab a seat so you can flag down one of the waiters, all of whom are international male supermodels on the side.

But before you get too drunk and we have to pump your stomach again, darling, pay attention to this: PRGay Emmett McCarthy is buying the first round and he's throwing in a Tim Gunn t-shirt from EMC2 to the first 15 people who guess tonight's winner and loser correctly.

And it's pink! Perfect for T LOunge.

Did we forget to mention that it's signed by Sir Tim himself? Well it is.

No answers after 9 PM EST and try and limit your answers to... oh let's say 3. And say hello to Miss McCarthy. We're forcing him to stop by later. Maybe we can get him to put his bitchpants on and rag on the dresses tonight.


[Photos: emmettmccarthy.com - theghotel.ie]

PR Toons

Darlings, once again our very own Alex took time off from running the best damn comic shop in Brooklyn to scribble his impressions so far.

Kelli and Kenley vaguely unsettle Tim, while Wesley says what you know they're all thinking:

The Tense and the Oblivious

Daniel, for god's sake, it's gonna be okay. He looks like he's in the middle of hostage negotiations or something. Go have some tea and find your center, honey.

Portfolio:

Tiny dogs make great costume jewelry.

It has some interesting looks to it. Although everything does look a little overworked, if that makes sense.

Model: Elena

Now.

Upon a second look, we can't say we're as enthusiastic about this dress as the judges were.

It's like Wonder Woman settled down and got a job at Denver-Carrington.

Sure, we can (and do) give him credit for picking possibly the most difficult medium out of all of them and we can't deny that it was a labor-intensive garment that was executed pretty much perfectly.

It's just that it's so big and loud and rigid and ...out there. Like Thierry Mugler discovered recycling. It completely obliterates whatever figure that girl has.

Although to be fair, that detail on the bust is actually quite nice.

So, big marks for picking a strange medium and making it work for you, not-so-big marks for a dress that looks like a bottle of dish detergent.

And why does Daniel dress like he works at an ice cream parlour?

Alright, ladies.

Let's get to it.

We've been blogging this show long enough to know when there's blood in the water. We can feel all you little bitches out there ready to trash Blayne de Soleil here. Far be it from us to stop you.

"I'd like to introduce you to "Girlicious."

(By the way, why are there so many refugees from Whoville this season? Some sort of ethnic cleansing or something?)

"I'd like to introduce you to the crow's feet you have at 23. Seriously, kid. Enough with the visits to the electric beach."

Yes, he's this season's "character" and he's working his little ass off to have his own catchphrase. Honey, "girlicious" ain't gonna happen. And while we're at it, nothing with an "icious" suffix is going to happen. Let's just establish that right now and we'll all be much happier.

Oh, right. And "holla." Stop that.

And also, stop sniffing. It's leading us to make unpleasant suppositions.

We don't know. It's not awful, but it's not grabbing us in any way.

As for this:

Model: Polina

Seriously, what are we supposed to say?

There's a giant cotton centipede crawling out of her lady area, for god's sake. That's alarming, to say the least.

Even more alarming was his wide-eyed, rock-solid belief that he had it in the bag. Honestly, if he'd been all "I don't care if the judges hate it, blahblahblah," we could at least respect that.

366666+

Sorry. Cat on the keyboard.

Oh, and another thing.

THIS is completely wrong. You don't start crawling around a girl's exposed crotch with a needle minutes after you meet her. At least we don't. That's just the way we were raised.

Ladies, we'd pack a lunch if we were you. He's "the character" and he achieved the supreme feat of not boring Nina and Michael. Pace yourselves. We have a feeling he'll be here for a little while.

"This is girlicious."

"Oh, honey."

"I am going to eat you alive. In fact, I am going to enjoy eating you alive. I'd even go so far as to say that I might take the opportunity eating you alive presents and, well, simply take out all my frustrations from the shitty year I've had on you. "

"See? I knew you'd love it."

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