By The Wiz
And I’m sorry, but much like Top Chef, the editing at this point makes it too obvious who is going home. No camera time at all? SAFE! Suddenly tons of camera time where you talk about your concept over and over and how you know what the judges want, and apparently you know that other designers need to find their inner hatchling or whatever? Oh, and then we see you SOME MORE? AND you’re designing chicken wear for pregnant women? AUF.
Mitchell, honey, what is up? Can I call you honey? No? Why not? Because we’ve never met? - Ok, then, good reason. Seriously, though, those shorts scared me. Like, a lot. But yes, she wasn’t nude. Kudos for that.
Mostly I liked much of what came down that runway. Of course, it came down on models with no boobs, and I don’t know if you know this, but pregnant women? Have boobs. Lots and lots of boobs. But hey, I guess they couldn’t fake the pregger boobs as easily as the pregger belly. And I did find myself saying “I like that” over and over again. It was fun.
Did I know Rebecca Romijn had twins? No, I did not.
Shirin got the winner’s edit as much as Malvin got the loser edit. So no surprises there. But a gorgeous, gorgeous dress with a fabulous jacket beautifully lined. It was fierce. (hello, Christian!) My one complaint would be that when I was pregnant, I had nowhere fancy enough to wear it. But hey, that’s not a valid complaint when it comes to fashion. Just when it comes to shopping. The detail on the “waist-line” won it for her. No question.
Finalists: Epperson, Shirin, and oh, let’s say Gordana. This isn’t based on much at this point.
Next to go: Mitchell. Unless he seriously steps up his game.