Project Runway: Home on the (Limited) Range
And then there was Fashion Week.
And then there was indisputably no justice in this cold, dark, malicious universe.
Also, there were gloves.
This ritual Project Runway episode, the last before the Bryant Park finale next week, finds a fairly genius way to ratchet up the tension in this usually bland interlude. Normally, Tim Gunn schleps to each finalists' hometown, plays with their dogs and/or relatives, and critiques their progress for the Fashion Week showcase. This week, he still does that, but he's uncharacteristically merciless -- and since the episode revolves around the face-off between Mila and Jay for the last finalist spot, there is finally some tension to be found.
We open with Heidi briefing the four designers on the next four months: They will return to their homes with $9,000 to create a 10-piece collection. As Emilio and Seth Aaron are guaranteed spots, they rejoice (Seth Aaron in the form of a lengthy chicken dance). Jay and Mila gawp nervously.
Tim first visits Seth Aaron in Vancouver, Washington. The fauxhawked dad of two teens has 15 pieces finished. "I've never seen anything like this in Project Runway history," exclaims Tim; too bad he hates 'em all, and warns Seth Aaron that he won't win with them. (Cue despondent, Plinko sound effects.) The judges, Tim cautions, will not be surprised by the structured jackets with punk accents and checkered hourglass dresses. And then, after shattering Seth Aaron's dreams, Tim plays Pictionary with the wife and kids.
Next, Tim tracks down Emilio in Harlem for some exceptionally contentious quality time. Emilio introduces Tim to his two brothers and discusses how the birth of hip-hop influences his looks. He shows off long, shapeless separates of red, turquoise, and pea green; Tim is entirely bored and thinks the garments look frumpy. "I don't know that this is worth your time," he drawls -- and he's absolutely right, as the racks resemble a sale weekend at Lane Bryant -- but Emilio responds rudely and dismissively. "You just do it," finally barks Tim, with the full resignation of a disappointed mentor.
Mila, in Los Angeles, is more hospitable to our silver fox. Her black-and-white collection (sound the alarm!) screams "matronly" to Tim; charitable, given her repetitive mod swing coats and colorblocked shifts have screamed "Is there no God that can smite you?" to us all season. Mila then introduces Tim to her proud parents and her vaguely metrosexual boyfriend, and says, classily, "I don't want to lose to that little bleep" in reference to Jay. We can only assume the bleep concealed a lovely endearment.
In San Francisco, Jay flaunts his samurai- and geisha-influenced looks. A wool and alpaca wrap top is beautifully constructed in the body but also has schizo shredded-band sleeves. Tim likens it to "student work" while Jay prefers "cuckoo Chanel," which is pretty awesome. Then they eat with Jay's loving family; the pride in his mother's eyes brings Jay, and us, to tears. You'd have to be Medusa, or Mila, to not choke up at her clear admiration for their son. And man, that Tim is a charming bastard with families.