I debated posting this, because a blogger pal does such a better job covering this show, but Leah and I just about wet our pants last night watching Project Runway. It’s the same kind of laughter you get from watching merry mishaps in which someone ends up rolling down a steep embankment in a shopping cart, eventually splashing into a lake. Nobody’s really hurt at all, other than in the pride dept., but it’s a hoot to watch the events unfold.
We don’t normally watch this show, but these early-season episodes are fun, because you can really enjoy some frickin’ terrible outfits. Pretty soon, the pretenders will be gone, and it’ll get all serious and end up looking like any other reality show full of backstabbing contestants (in fact, it looks like that’s going to start in earnest next week, if the previews are accurate at all).
Sheesh, the poor models who had to don this stuff last night. I’m not used to feeling bad for people who make a living by walking and having their picture taken, but I had an honest-to-God pang of sympathy for the guy with the badly-tailored shirt and the mammoth tie. Why did he have to die for his designer’s sins? I blame Tiki Barber’s wife (at first I thought she was Kimora Simmons, which would’ve made more sense, at least to me).