Project Runway: Miz Shoes Reviews

I'm sort of at a loss for what to say about last night. Do none of these people know the meaning of the word 'hubris"?

The challenge was to design a pageant dress for Miss America, who was there to tell the designers what she wanted, and then to judge how well they did. The guest judge last night was the inimitable and formidable Grande Dame of Evening Wear, Miss Vera Wang.

First the ground rules. They will each design a dress based on her requirements, and then pitch their designs to Miss A. She will pick seven designers who will then pick an assistant from the remaining seven designers to help them construct the dress.

So the designers as a group heard what she wanted "monochrome, earth tones - stay away from white, play down the bust, show off the back, make me look taller" and then had half an hour to sketch. Angela didn't sketch anything, though, because she was too busy trying to convince Kayne-the-pageant-designer to make her his assistant. I'm amazed that he could draw anything with that harpie over his shoulder. Wahwahwah. Much eye rolling from the other designers who saw exactly what she was up to. As usual in these sorts of shows, that nagging and ragging came back to bite her on the ass.

Sketches. Pitches. A few creepy Daniel Franco/Heidi Klum lingerie episode echoes are heard to reverberate. Laura is a pro. Kayne is Mr. Pageant and lets Miss A know it. Mooooolan's design looks great, despite my hopes to the contrary. Jeffrey's doesn't suck either, damn it, and Miss A likes his pitch of her being an empowered goddess-woman.

Back in the workroom, Miss A announces her choices for team leaders and the magic button bag is brought out so that random selection determines the order of picking assistants. Pageant boy picks Barbie boy in a great syncronicity of talent and style sense. Laura picks Michael (coffee filter dress) which also produces a powerhouse of a team. Keith snatches up Bradley; Shmoo goes for Alison. Uli gets Bonnie (one of the two women who look alike to me, and who have sportswear experience) and Mooooooolan takes Katherine (the other one). That leaves poor, poor, put-upon Vincent, who gets the last kitten in the box, the interesting Angela. This would be the part where all that nagging came back to bite her.

Vincent is gracious about it, although he gets her name wrong. But, hey, if I didn't work in an office where everyone wore name tags, I'd still be saying "You There", so once again, I have to cut Vinnie major slack.

And they're off to Mood to buy fabric. Kayne goes for a beautiful golden something or other and decides to layer it under what looks to be a sheer mulberry chiffon. The combination is stunning, but somebody (JEFFREY) feels the need to snark about "sherbert is NOT an earth tone". There is lots of charmeuse and chiffon and drapey stuff, and then we see Angela ragging on Vincent. She's whining about lack of time, and we're gonna have to leave before you pick fabric and wahwahwahwah. Finally Vincent asks her, very politely, to put a cork in it, because she's making him nervous and she made her point about 10 iterations ago. Me? I would have just bitch-slapped her until she shut up.

Back to the workroom again, and we see everybody working nicely together. Some more together than others. Katherine keeps trying to get Moooooolan to tone down his corset top. He's doing some very interesting and complicated work with ruching, and really, it only needs to be simple ruching. She explains that all that bulk in the bodice and hips is going to frighten away a woman, who will rightly think that it just makes her look bulky.

Robert and Kayne are kind of like Satan-ino and Nick, if Satan-ino WERE Nick. They are too much fun together. Jeffery is seen to be an egomaniacal asshat. What a shock. We only glimpse Laura and Michael (and I would have liked to have seen more: what an interesting pairing that would have been.) Mostly we get to see Vincent (and his olive green satin) getting ragged on by Angela. "I don't like your design. I made something like that in college. Let ME do the draping so that it looks better. I don't want any part of your crap. I don't like it. I'm going to go off in the other room and eat worms." And she does, so that when Vincent DOES want her help, she's nowhere to be found.

Finally, and after more stuff that I don't feel like reviewing, we get to the good part: the runway. Most of the dresses are forgettable. Jeffrey's vision of empowered goddesshood looks like crap. The pieces don't flow together right, the fit is awful, the draping is off. Moooooolan's dress is unfinished at the hem, because his model was taller or longer waisted or some such thing. Sure enough, all that dark brown fabric across the bust and hips makes his poor model look thick. More drapey stuff, more floating stuff. Uli's dress is better than I expected. Laura & Michael's dress comes out and it is, of course, stunning. It is sleeveless, with a deep scoop neck and a plunging back. The skirt is full. The interest comes in the beading or crystals which, very New Look Dior-style, are clustered more densely at the waist and then spread out above and below, to emphasize the wearer's shape. It is absolutely magnificent. It is also white. Oops. Kayne and Robert send out an absolute confection. The colors are stunning. The halter slash be-jeweled necklace is gorgeous. The cloud of silk organdy at the hemline and reaching up to the knees is sheer glamour. The model overworks it, frankly.

Vincent trots out his vision and it is the only dress with any real color. There is a plunging v-neck, with a little open rhinestone heart at the end of the plunge, between the breasts. Though sleeveless, there is a futuristic (and very couture) sort of cap sleevelet that almost looks like a Jetson's epaulet. The back is low-cut, but the straps of the dress come down in another deep vee to the small of the back, emphasizing the width of the shoulders, and the narrowness of the waist. The seams look like they are princess-style, which also emphasizes the contours of the wearer's body. I would wear this in a New York minute.

Vera Wang is the guest judge, taking Michael Kors' place. Is this not wonderful? Vera fucking Wang? judging evening gowns? I swoon a little.

There is the usual designer explain yourself, you're in, you're on the line. The bottom two were Mooooolan and Vincent. Moooolan, taking a cue from Daniel Franco, accepted that it was his vision, his styling, his choices and that if one team member had to go, it should be him. Angela immediately jumped in to tell the judges that she hated the dress, had no input in the dress, TOLD Vincent that the dress sucked, and as she paused to draw breath to continue, Miss Vera Wang said something to the effect that it was a gorgeous dress, in her opinion, and that except for the epaulets, something that would be a show stopper in a pageant. So. There, Miss Smartypants, Monday morning quarterback.

Miss America finally made her choice, and it was the delectable sherbert and bronze delight from Kayne the pageant guy. He's thrilled. She's thrilled. Vera Wang is thrilled. Robert and Heidi and Nina are thrilled.

Mooooolan is out, and Angela is told that she can stay, but to suck it up, ho, and quit being such a backstabbing whiner. Told you that stuff will come back to bite you. Vincent survives to design another day, and I could not be happier.