Project Runway: The Finale Stitch & Bitch
But Mister Congeniality doesn't always win Project Runway (see: past victors Jeffrey Sebelia and Irina Shabayeva). It was entirely likely that, all along the watchtower, Runway's directors were sending us flashy red herrings.
So does our favorite fauxhawked hepcat take home the gold? Or was Green Day right, and nice guys finish last? Well...
We open on the usual contestant dynamic: Seth Aaron chirping like Pollyanna about the beauty of honest competition, and Mila and Emilio caustically ripping everyone else to gnarled shreds. "I still see Seth Aaron's collection as a glamorous Hot Topic," says Mila, as Emilio rejoins that her collection is "very severe."
Tim Gunn is conspicuously kinder in his final assessment, reeling comically at Seth Aaron's 24 complete looks. (Only 14 more than necessary! Slacker.) This segues into the usual finale model casting and makeup/hair product placement interludes (a full 5-odd seconds for each L'Oreal HiP item close-up) and the final one-on-one interviews before the Bryant Park show. Interestingly, we see that Seth Aaron is the only one to talk in a plural; he discusses how much winning Project Runway would change "our" lives, referencing his wife and two teenage children.
On the morning of their Fashion Week debut, the three designers rise wickedly early and race through the snowy streets to Bryant Park. (How we remember that morning in the tents, scene of one of our more spectacular face-first wipeouts.) Tellingly, Emilio lets Seth Aaron sleep in as he showers and primps. But perhaps he's just trying to deepen the karmic burden he obviously carries; this season's most adventurous back-talker is royally screwed when one of his models doesn't arrive at Bryant (Mila faces the same crisis), and this throws the backstage pen in a tizzy. Seth Aaron, charmed as always, does a snow angel on the runway.
And with the phalanx of celebrity arrivals that are Nigel Barker and Raven Symone(?), the Bryant Park show begins -- edited from the live experience, predictably, to suggest that only the three finalists showed. (We had the hour-long techno-induced migrane to prove otherwise.) Seth Aaron shows his collection first. He explains that it was inspired by "1940s German and Russian military," which is, frankly, really weird; not to get all Sean Hannity, but isn't he betting on the extremely wrong horse there? Why does no one comment on who he's glorifying?
Anyway, his collection is striking and hardy on the runway; it drips in structured houndstooth jackets, leather chevron piping details, and a muted gray palette with emphasis on patterns. A voluminous, shiny PVC-effect dress glows with a red belt and accents; the plaid is a bit dated and mall-punk, but is entirely his aesthetic, newly classed-up; his line is the most cohesive series without being repetitive.
Mila follows. She explains that her collection is inspired by "shadows," which is just a convenient way for her to rationalize the endless friggin' black and white. Her collection is expected, start to finish -- broad swing coats with patent black accents, cream leather pants paired with a black trench, a B&W funnel collar coat and colorblocked gray shift. It's uniform and logical only in color, not fashion opinion; the purple fur coat with translucent strips is defiantly confusing after a white starburst shell. But she does listen to the judges last week and styles her models with modern hair and make-up, which helps un-Twiggy her retro redundancy.