CHLOE? CHLOE won Project Runway?
Hubbo came in as I was hunkered down in front of the TV, watching this stunning announcement. I couldn’t even knit. He poked me with a feather, and I toppled over like a fainting goat.
Take a look at all three of the collections that were shown last night.
I’ve got my theories, all right. I think Daniel was a victim of his own subtlety. All the things that make his clothes so cool don’t really work well on a runway where you’re spoze to be swishing and flurfing and making a statement. All that beautiful draping and detail and construction got lost.
This jacket is beautifully constructed, but you can’t see it from 30 feet away. The hem on party dress is cool, but you have to be close enough to see the pleats. His color choices were neutral, like this combo which would look great going down the street but not down this runway. (And the purses! I died a small death when somebody found the lost bag of purses at the last moment.)
Santino was spanked for actually doing the thing the judges asked him to do all season: to control his impulses. His collection was full of light, girly dresses (with one leathery overload moment) which had all the Santinoey trademarks. No lederhosen, no bustles of crap pinned on the butt. If I were Stevie Nicks, I would be all over Santino’s clothes. This gown has all the restraint of Chloe’s stuff, but Santino keeps it light.
As for Chloe, I give her credit–all her dresses fit beautifully. The construction is great. But her fabrics (excuse me) suck. Imagine wearing this mess o’ satin. So heavy! I can feel the clammies coming on just looking at this thing.
Nice tan line! Don’t they pay models to not have tan lines?
Beautiful baby doll dress, but the proportion on the top part is so teeny.
This is just awful. This too. Joan Collins, relax–1985 is still with us. And this sort of thing is well made but still ooky.
To Chloe’s credit, this is pretty in a I-need-something-for-the-Swan-Ball way, which for Chloe is really her market: the women of Houston have a new muse. When lady dress designer Kay Unger raved about Chloe, I should have known things were going south.
America’s Next Great Designer? Quick! We’re all moving to Paris!