Project Runway: The Inside Dish!
While watching the season 3 finale of Project Runway, I couldn’t help but think of last season’s finale. Andrae, Diana and I thought we were flying out to sit in the front row of Fashion Week. It turned out we almost did not get to see the show since most of us were backstage sewing hems! I was wondering if history would repeat itself and season 3 favorites such as Alison, Kayne and Malan would return to help the finalists. Maybe Angela would make her fleurechons yet again or we would experience Vincent getting off one last time on helping one of the Final Four. Admittedly, I was kind of happy they did not.
This time, the designers were on their own. Last week’s drama continued with Laura still insinuating that Jeffrey’s collection had been helped by some petit mains. Interestingly enough, Laura claimed that he was in a position to have sample sewers. I would then argue that millionaire-mommy Laura with her Vuitton checkbook would be as well. But in the eleventh hour, Tim Gunn concluded that Laura’s assertions were misguided and Jeffrey had indeed sewn all his designs. However, he was over budget and a receipt for a pair of leather bubble shorts was unaccounted for. Jeffrey’s solution? Lose the shorts and those restyled Barbie wigs.
Tim gave a tearful pep talk to the designers as the day of the show grew near. And when the day finally came, the designers arrived at Bryant Park and you could see the streets of New York City wet with rain. It was as if the gods were cleansing the designers of all the drama of season 3, making for a beautiful and touching finale day. The sleep-deprived Final Four were ready for their close-ups.
Jeffrey’s collection was first, showing his Japanese ghosts-and-demons-inspired women. I loved the striped group towards the end, especially the penultimate jacket and the final dress on Marilinda. We were expecting Sunset Boulevard punk-rocker fashions and instead we got sublime, detailed clothes that screamed Paris not Southern California. All the judges agreed that Jeffrey had a winner.
Uli ventured into Roberto Cavalli world, showing sexy dresses and sporty yet chic separates. The chiffon gowns almost floated like air on the runway. Yes, the prints were there, but in a good way. However, as Nina Garcia complained, the collection seemed disjointed.
Laura’s final collection was beautiful and looked expensive. It was Oscar de la Renta meets Michael Kors – ladies who lunch and attend the opening of an opera, all in one afternoon. However, it seemed destined for an older clientele and lacked that “wow” factor.
Odds-on favorite Michael concluded this season’s runway show, sending down his brigade of urban-safari divas. It was a vision that would give Diddy and Kimora Lee Simmons a run for their designer money. But, as Michael Kors later asked, what happened? Michael’s final collection would definitely work for the mistress of a hip-hop mogul in Atlanta, but it still had to pass the jaded eye of a Manhattan fashionista jury.
In the end, it was Jeffrey’s confident, perfectly edited collection that won over the judges. It was the ideal wardrobe for a fashion-forward gal. He was conclusively vindicated for all the unnecessary drama and crowned the winner of season 3.
I still can’t help but want Jeffrey to apologize for being mean to Angela’s mommy and for alienating some of the designers. Yes, one does not go on Project Runway to make friends but I do believe a little kindness can take you far. Nevertheless, as a Southern California designer myself, I am more than happy that an L.A.-based designer took the top honors and earned the respect of an East Coast jury. Congratulations, Jeffrey!
Read Nick’s take on Episode Thirteen…
As the end loomed near for the four season 3 finalists, they gathered one last time in front of Heidi and Tim at Parsons. Heidi proceeded to tell them that their final challenge would be to design 12 looks for Fashion Week, using $8,000 and only two months to do it. Last season’s final designers had seven months to create their looks, and yet almost no one had a finished collection when they arrived for Fashion Week. I fear that they probably spent four of those seven months trying to detox from what they had just experienced. This time, however, Jeffrey, Laura, Michael and Uli had no time to putz around. They were told by Heidi and Tim to “amaze us” and do what they do best. For some designers, that could be translated into, “Continue to be catty and malicious.”
Tim began his road trip to visit the designers a month later. First stop: Atlanta, Ga., where he drove his convertible Saturn Roadster while listening to, I presume, Mary J. Blige on the way to meet fan-favorite Michael. Michael (with a new set of braces) showed Tim his collection of three dresses, which he referred to as “street safari.” Personally, it looked more like Baby Phat. He was obviously a bit nervous since he had nine more looks to go and only a month to finish them.
Tim returned to New York City, where he took the uptown train to Laura’s spacious, multimillion dollar loft. After tripping over her collection of vintage Louis Vuitton luggage (and some unexpected turtle poop), Tim viewed Laura’s finished evening dresses. Lots of intricate beadwork and very “Laura” cocktail dresses were on display. She certainly did what she knew best. In an effort to “youth up” her collection, Laura saved the worst for last, however, in the form of a ruffled green coat. Tim rightfully guided her to edit that one out.
Then on to Miami, where I venture to guess that Tim inserted his Gloria Estefan greatest hits CD into his car stereo on the way to Uli’s waterfront apartment. Uli’s theme for her collection turned out to be almost the same as Michael’s – safari – but added a tropical twist instead. Were Michael and Uli looking at the same fashion forecasting books? The best part of this trip was the rare sighting of Tim without his jacket. I actually wanted to put a sleeveless muscle tee, shorts and flip-flops on him.
Finally, Tim took his Roadster to L.A. to visit Jeffrey. I could definitely imagine vintage Nirvana playing on the car stereo. After the requisite trip down suicide-and-drugs memory lane, we got a peek into Jeffrey’s Japanese art-inspired collection. Tim seemed physically moved by it. I was more moved by Jeffrey’s incredibly professional workspace and that every garment was hanging in their plastic bags, just as if he had received them back from the sewing contractor the night before. I made a mental note.
Two weeks later the designers were back in New York at the Macy’s workroom, putting the finishing touches on their looks, making alterations and doing the model fittings. Drama ensued, of course. (I can really hear Mary J. now!) All the designers had something to do except Jeffrey, who spent his whole time staring at those blonde wigs on top of his table. (Are those our Barbie wigs from last season?) Laura confronted him by saying that he had outside help in creating his collection. Jeffrey reacted in an uncharacteristically calm manner, suggesting to Laura that he might be guilty. All I could think of now were those plastic garment manufacturer bags I noticed. As Tim stated, however, Laura’s accusation would be hard to prove. Maybe Bravo secretly installed a Webcam at Jeffrey’s studio and filmed everything. Stay tuned.
Read Nick’s take on Episode Twelve…
I have never been a fan of reunions. I skipped my 10-year high school reunion, but reluctantly attended my 20th. I showed up, chatted with old classmates and left. For last season’s Project Runway Reunion, my plan was to do the same thing. Friends warned me beforehand: Do not drink and don’t let the other designers who didn’t get their “15 minutes” do all the talking. I followed instructions, except for that one Cosmo! It was a melancholy reunion for me since I would have liked to have been a finalist. Was there drama? Of course. Was it fun? Yes. Seeing all the hilarious clips made me almost want to do it all over again.
For season 3, my guess is that most of the designers might not want to. This season’s Project Runway seemed to teeter on a thin line of lots of negative with a little positive. The reunion episode mirrored that. The fun clips were almost eclipsed by the bad or dramatic ones. To quote Laura, this episode had a lot of “serious ugly.”
On the positive end, the format of the reunion seemed to be much better organized than previous seasons. The clips depicting Tim Gunn’s high-brow wordology were hysterical. The 544 word-count Kayne clip was ingenious. Kayne and his model, Amanda, it seems, are a match made in heaven. Judges Michael Kors and Nina Garcia made an appearance, giving insightful information into the much-questioned scoring system. They also presented Michael Knight with his Oprah moment: winning $10,000 for being the fan favorite. No surprise that in the end, most of the non-finalist designers also picked Michael as their favorite for his consistent designs and for being a gentleman.
Unfortunately, the bad sometimes outweighed the good in the reunion. From the beginning, the designers looked uncomfortable in their seats. Adding ousted Keith into the mix was the dramatic twist of the reunion. I assume he put his pattern books down long enough to enjoy a bit of nasty argumentative banter with his fellow designers, as well as with Heidi and a visibly flustered Tim. I almost wanted to powder his shiny t-zone myself! That particular scene was a PR train wreck. Frankly, if I were one of the other designers, I would have taken more offense to how Heidi and Tim kept reiterating that Keith was “supposed to be one of the better designers” and was “supposed to be a finalist.” Does that mean that the rest of them are chopped liver?
Speaking of offensive, we found out that Vincent turned into Sybil when his shirts were not cleaned properly and even threatened to leave the show. Last season, a couple of weeks into filming, we found out that the PR staff would have our clothes washed and/or dry-cleaned for next-day delivery. Needless to say, Daniel, Andrae, Santino and I screamed for joy. I didn’t expect anything more from the show than a pattern table, a dress form, a model and a place to sleep. Dry-cleaning? Fluff and fold? Maybe I was naive but entitlement was not in my vocabulary while filming Runway last year.
Finally, this reunion episode offered little resolution regarding the contentious Angela vs. Jeffrey fight. This could have been Jeffrey’s moment to make several wrongs right, but alas, no apology from good ol’ bad-boy Jeffrey. At least he is consistent in his nastiness.
Read Nick’s take on Episode Ten…
After a week hiatus, Season 3 resumed where it had left off – with glorious bitching, cattiness, a little backstabbing and some fashion, of course. Watching reruns from my season were good, but I yearned to find out how many designers would show at NY Fashion Week. Speculations have run amok on Project Runway blogs for weeks, so this episode held the long-awaited answer.
The remaining four designers – Jeffrey, Laura, Michael and Uli – opened this penultimate episode with a recap of the challenges they had won throughout this season.
The designers then sauntered over to the Elle magazine offices, where Nina Garcia delivered their final challenge: to create an outfit, with complete “creative freedom,” that best defines who they are as a designers. They must also choose three words to describe their design aesthetic and take a photo of the outfit in a fitting backdrop.
As an added perk, the winning outfit will be photographed by Gilles Bensimon for the prestigious “First Look” page in Elle. That?s a mouthful of a challenge. I hope Nina got that all in one take.
While working on this challenge, the designers were visibly stressed and seemed to be nearing the end of their creative wits. Michael was confused; it seemed to take him 4 hours to reach his creative epiphany. Uli constructed a long, flowing tie-dye gown only to then rip it to pieces and start anew. Laura struggled not to be safe, and Jeffrey took out his insecurities by belittling the other designers’ styles, as well as doing a bullfighter dance on Uli’s ripped gown. Olé!
After the photo sessions, the designers were ready for the judging that would decide who would show at Olympus Fashion Week. I always presume that this is the episode where the designers will blow us away, or “wow” the judges – I call it the Bring It On episode. Unfortunately, they rarely do. Looking back at Season One?s Nancy O?Dell challenge, not a “wow” dress in the bunch. Ditto for Season Two’s Iman challenge.
This season was no different. Michael’s wine-colored gown was more 1-800-HOT-MESS than sexy, sensual and sultry (the three words he used to describe it). Laura?s dress represented her three words – glamour, confidence, elegance – but it didn’t depart from anything she’d done before. Jeffrey?s bubble dress looked amateurish, as remarked on by guest judge Teri Agins of the Wall Street Journal. I secretly wished Michael Kors would have said that it looked more like it was made out of material found in Betsy Ross’s bedroom while she was sewing the original U.S. flag! Uli won by default for doing a short dress – albeit another printed one – but with a “non-Uli” silhouette.
In typical PR fashion, we were treated to the climactic twist: there were no losers! So we got our answer: all four designers would create a collection for Fashion Week. Somehow, I still felt unsatisfied. Because no one was actually eliminated, I wondered, then why go through the motions of this episode?
All that changed when the 30-second preview of next week’s crazy “Reunion” episode came on my TV screen. It was all I needed to feel wholly satisfied. Thank you, PR. Bring it on!
Read Nick’s take on Episode Ten…
I have spent most of my summer waiting for this moment – this season’s corresponding episode to when I was kicked off. Who would replace me? In my recap last week, I speculated that it was going to be Kayne. If any of you followed Season 1 or 2, you can see how Kayne would be the obvious choice to go next. With the above in mind, I was ready to watch intently as I polished the crown of fifth runner-up that I was giving away.
Wearing a bias-cut Uli-esque dress, Heidi told the designers that she was having a party where she would announce what their next challenge would be. They gathered at the Pink Elephant club, where the designers popped open some champagne and pretended to have some fun.
Their faux festive mood came to a sudden halt the minute they saw Vincent and Angela enter the room. THEY’RE BAA-AACK! No one could even feign a real smile as they sauntered in. Kayne quickly chugged his drink, Jeffrey looked as if something smelled bad, and Laura, well, I was afraid her water would break over the thought of having to see those two again. Call the doctor: Mr. Smiley Pants and Miss Fleurechon got a second chance for having won previous challenges. They joined the remaining five designers in this week’s competition to create a cocktail dress out of black-and-white fabric (and utilizing every scrap of material). And to throw a wrench in the challenge, three designers would be voted off this week.
In the workroom, Michael tried to come to Kayne’s aid as he struggled with his monochromatic canvas of a dress. Laura’s hormones and stress began affecting her, forcing her to almost have a breakdown in front of an uncomfortable Tim Gunn. I could almost see Tim looking for the mini-bar he hoped the producers had set up for him to take refuge in situations like these.
Eventually, Laura recovered to create what I undeniably felt was the best cocktail dress in the group. She designed a young, sexy yet elegant lace-over-satin dress, winning praise from all the judges – including guest judge, designer Zac Posen. Laura rightfully won.
Uli’s dress was a surprising mess. It was too short and the sleeves were too long, a casualty of bad proportions. What was not a surprise was the paisley print fabric she chose. We have seen this from her week after week. Someone better pull her finger from the autopilot button soon. Michael’s dress was a simple asymmetrical tube dress with a midriff corset. It was contemporary and perfect for drinks at Buddha Bar. Jeffrey’s, on the other hand, was more appropriate for a hooker in Old San Juan, featuring goodies such as off-the-shoulder polka-dotted ruffles and thigh-baring leggings.
Returning designers Vincent and Angela were predictably dismissed for their respective comeback-kid creations. Even L’Oréal makeup artist Collier Strong could not help these two. Delusional Vincent exited saying that he has been “making beautiful music all his life?it’s a gift.” Excuse me, but since when is Vincent the Andrew Lloyd Webber of fashion? I somehow knew they would be eliminated AGAIN. Why were we forced to go through this a second time?
As I predicted, Kayne was auf’ed for his dress, mainly for lacking the requisite white color and a touch of class. Bye bye, Kayne, you’ll wear my crown well.
Read Nick’s take on Episode Nine…
Let’s just begin this recap with the fact that I am still (a little bit) bitter because I didn’t get to go anywhere except to a New Jersey ice-skating rink last season. And these designers got to go to Paris! Not fair.
The episode began with the designers receiving their next challenge: to create a “couture gown.” Haute couture, as Tim Gunn correctly schooled everyone, translates to the art of high fashion. Designers need a license from the French government to deem them couture-worthy. Couture gowns are very expensive and are sewn by a dying breed of “petits mains,” or little hands.
Yet for the remaining Runway designers, these rules were bent: They were given 300 euros ($375 U.S. dollars) and two days to create something trés magnifique. They were also instructed that their gowns would have to fit two different models, the Parisian ones and the ones back in New York, where they would face final judging. Side note: All these “new” rules would make a Parisian couturier take a hand-embroidery needle and stab someone in disgust; they are contradictory to everything that haute couture stands for.
In the workroom, Jeffrey proclaimed that he wanted to win, especially since no one has ever won a back-to-back immunity challenge, which instantly told me who the winner was going to be.
After Tim Gunn gave everyone a tour of Paris, guest judge Catherine Malandrino threw a party for everyone with a Seine boat ride – but it got off to a bumpy start when a bored French kid egged the designers. I have two suggestions on why this occurred: Either he had a strong distaste for haute couture, or he saw Michael’s tacky gum chewing and wanted to tell him to spit it out! I personally believe the latter.
The final runway judging began after they returned to New York, and there were some scrambled eggs in the group. Michael created an uncharacteristically ill-fitting and unfinished gown. Laura was inspired by Catherine Deneuve’s Belle du Jour, but ended up with an unoriginal Yves Saint Laurent copy that would be better suited for a costume museum. I actually loved Kayne’s corseted gown. His model Amanda looked like a vision from medieval times, but the judges ganged up on him for “doing too much” (Hmm … who are they setting up to go home next week?).
Uli’s was my favorite to win – it was simply ethereal. Yet Jeffrey’s tartan concoction somehow won over the judges. During this season, I admit I’ve sometimes found myself wondering whether I am watching the same show the judges are seeing on the runway! I understand what Jeffrey was going for. I remember those fabulous Linda-Naomi-Christy Vogue fashion covers featuring these deliciously grand tartan concoctions by Vivienne Westwood and John Galliano, but his creation was something better suited for a bad Mel Gibson Braveheart sequel.
Vincent’s half-glued dress looked like something Heather Locklear wore on Dynasty, and he was rightfully sent packing. I only hope someone will bid for it online so that he will never have the chance to “get off on it.” Oh dear!
Read Nick’s take on Episode Eight…
This week’s Project Runway began with the awkward elimination of two models. Chatty Cathy catwalker Amanda got to stay and ran triumphantly backstage, expecting “woo-hoos” from her remaining fellow models. Instead, we heard crickets, and you could tell they were thinking, “Oh, not HER!”
Heidi then announced that the designers’ next challenge was creating an outfit for an international jet-setter. Somehow, Kayne equated that to mean a tacky actress who takes her top off at the opening of an envelope (Tara Reid). Bubble-skirted Angela also didn’t have a clue what a jet-setter was, since for her this means packing up her 4×4 truck with a cab full of rosettes and going from farm to farm in search of the perfect compost.
Narcissistic Jeffrey suggested that HE was the definition of a jetsetter. Well, someone must have been listening, since we then found out that the jet-setter they have to design for is THEMSELVES. Suddenly, Kayne started channeling Tara Reid as we were subjected to several shots of him topless and in various stages of undress.
The Angela-Jeffrey story arc continued as they argued and slung insults at each other incessantly. It was childish and uncomfortable to watch, like two bitchy teenagers from MTV’s My Super Sweet 16.
The male designers all had to create pants for themselves. Pants are one of the most difficult garments to fit. Companies spend years perfecting their pant fit. Yet, somehow, Michael can whip up a perfect pair of pink hot pants in a matter of minutes. You go, girl… I mean, boy! For the rest of their questionable outfits, Kayne chose to look more Elvis-meets-pageant-organizer than jet-setter, while Michael channeled Flock of Seagulls circa 1984 meets a hip-hop Hamptons look. Jeffrey went rock ‘n’ roll glam, while Vincent decided to go minimal.
Meanwhile, Uli went on autopilot, creating a flowy, contrast-fabric dress (again!) that ended up more patchety-patch than a tablecloth at a county fair. Poor Angela looked like a drag queen who got caught at Forever 21 after-hours. It was Laura’s supple draped jersey dress that I felt was the nicest choice if I were a diva on the go.
On the go is where they would soon be, when they discovered they were heading first-class on a jet to Paris. One question: Why were the Richard Tyler-designed wrap dresses that the flight attendants wore better than anything the designers created for themselves? Hello! After way too much champagne and foie gras, the designers arrived at Parsons Paris to discover they had to do a walk-off to determine the winner and loser. The guest judge, designer Catherine Malandrino, and Tim Gunn then announced that Jeffrey’s Scissor Sisters outfit was the best.
So, Angela – who didn’t even get a chance to unpack – had to get right back on that plane. This time, I am certain, she flew coach! If I produced this episode, I would have ended with a shot of Angela’s now infamous rosetted butt waving au revoir to everyone. I will miss those rosettes.
Read Nick’s take on Episode Seven…
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My sadness from Alison’s untimely departure last week quickly dissolved into happiness when I discovered this week’s challenge: Heidi, who thankfully changed out of her Stevie Nicks dress from the previous episode, tells the designers that they’ll be creating an outfit for the everyday woman. To everyone’s jaw-dropping surprise, that everyday woman turns out to be the designers’ respective mothers or sisters. I am sure that the Runway set must have looked like a scene from Steel Magnolias with all the tears that were flowing. And, of course, there was a twist to the challenge: The designers couldn’t pick their respective relatives.
But the best surprise was saved for Laura’s mother, who found out while having champagne with Michael Kors and his mom that she was going to be a grandmother – for a SIXTH time! Get her another bottle of champagne, QUICKLY! Laura informed her shocked mother that she got the news after starting Project Runway. (Was the crew giving out free E.P.T. exams as a perk? All I got was a loofah and some extra Tresemmé gel!)
Back at the workroom, the designers got down to business creating outfits for their non-size-2 clients. (It’s interesting to note that nobody picked the plus-size ladies first.) They quickly realized that this was going to be a challenging task on several levels. First, they had to hone their private client skills quickly. Second, there were no size 14 forms to assist them in their draping. And the designers had to balance satisfying their client while remaining true to their individual design aesthetic.
Almost all the designers worked harmoniously with their client, except for Jeffrey. It was heart-wrenching to see Angela’s mom be demeaned and insulted by the egomaniacal Jeffrey. Let me say this once: Jeffrey needs therapy and lots of it. As a son who loves his mother and respects all mothers, I was appalled. I was surprised that his cruise-hopping mom did not slap him upside his head for disrespecting Angela’s mother. He’s lucky that his model was not my mom, Raquel. Don’t mess with a Latina: She would have kicked his pierced-and-tattooed head from Parsons to Brooklyn!
On the runway, the results were mixed. My favorite was Uli’s design for Kayne’s mom. However, it was Vincent’s tailored suit-dress with a contrasting Revere collar for Uli’s mother that won over the judges. For a minute there, I thought my TiVo had gone into German simulcast mode when the two Heidis (Uli’s mom and Klum) began chatting away!
The bottom-two designers were Robert and Jeffrey. Jeffrey missed the mark altogether by not listening to Angela’s mom, belittling her and ultimately creating an outfit that she would never wear. But, according to the judges, he had a “point of view” and “vision” and therefore he stayed. I disagree with their assessment: A strong point of view is not an excuse to give Jeffrey a pass, especially if it was – let’s face it – an ugly point of view.
Consequently, it was Robert’s simple (read: BORING) outfit for Vincent’s sister that got the lowest votes. I think that viewers are now going to move on from the Alison Should Have Stayed League and join a new cause: Mothers Against Jeffrey. Sign me up!
Read Nick’s take on Episode Six…
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The Good, the Bad, and the Unrecyclable
– that’s what the title of this week’s episode of Project Runway should have been. At 5 a.m., the designers were awakened by the unflappable Tim Gunn knocking on the door. He looked perfectly put together while the designers were trying to wipe the crud from their eyes. I now envision Tim as the new Wonder Woman: He gets the call from the producers at 4:45 a.m. and – whoosh! – Tim does a twirl and in 30 seconds he is standing in front of the Atlas Apartments in a suit and tie.
The designers then left the Big Apple to travel to Newark, N.J., the recycling/trash capital of the eastern United States, to find out that their next challenge was to create a garment made from recyclable materials. I almost fell off my couch seeing Tim don his yellow vest, helmet and glasses at the recycling plant. Couldn’t INC have designed a special uniform just for him?
The designers were also getting a chance to step out of their comfort zone – much like the previous seasons’ grocery store and plant challenges. And they only got one day to do it. The designers have been getting a lot more time to do the challenges than in the past, and our questionably dressed hostess Heidi Klum told them as much.
Another difference this season: The lack of camaraderie, especially so early into the show. Almost all the designers cannot stand each other. On my season, except for one or two who shall remain nameless, we all got along and it wasn’t until the final weeks that the feeling of competition was settling in. There was still a sense of wanting the other designers to do well. This season, there is a stronger sense that they cannot wait for their fellow designers to fail.
It is obvious, though, that Robert and Kayne get along. Only these boys would turn a two-minute lunch into a major gossip session that would put Liz Smith and Cindy Adams to shame!
In the workroom, Jeffrey still thought he was God’s gift to fashion while Vincent continued to be kooky. And Laura is quickly transforming herself from Mother of the Year to Mommy Dearest to the designers, not limiting her nastiness to just Jeffrey but also arguing with Vincent and Kayne.
On the runway, the fashions were a sight to behold. Kayne struggled with his design, almost getting the boot for his Blade Runner-meets-A Clockwork Orange creation in tinfoil and paint. Crazy Vincent “got off” (the thought of this makes my stomach queasy) on his dress, even though the judges continuously remarked on its stiffness. Michael, for the second time in a row, won the challenge with a chic creation consisting of a beautiful gold bustier, pencil skirt and wrap made of plastic that would make Valentino proud.
Unfortunately, it was Alison who was eliminated for an avant-garde creation that made her already (supposedly) thick model look even bigger. The Minnie Mouse hairdo was the icing on her unrecyclable cake!
Read Nick’s take on Episode Five…
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Sewing-machine dramas? Check. Tantrums? Check. Name-calling? Check. Models pushing each