POSTED: Friday, April 23, 2010, 8:22 PM
It's finally over! Viewers rejoice!
Don't get me wrong, here, I love the great ProjRun just as much as the next reality TV lover/fashionista/person with eyes, but this season was
more than a little boring. It may be the fact that this was the seventh season and there just isn't anything new or exciting left to do on this show. Like fashion itself, it all just keeps repeating.
The episode began with
Seth Aaron introducing his line, citing the
'40s Russian and German military as his inspiration. There was so much
black and white it could have been mistaken for something
Mila dreamed up. That is, of course, until you took a second to look closer. First off, there was
red. And one
purple dress, too! His showcase piece — the red wool dress — was gorgeous with the perfectly constructed
pleats on the shoulders and
darts at the waist. There was black leather detail, belted at the model's center, and running vertically from waist to neck. Suddenly, Seth Aaron has grown up and moved away from the goth/punk/whatever fashion found in malls across America. In his months working at home, the man started designing like, well, a man, and no longer like a hobbyist. What he had been making before was for edgy young girls on, say, the streets of Williamsburg or LA. His new collection is for adults — still edgy and even more fashion forward. There's still b
lack leather, bulky jewelry (or "hardware"), plaid and Beetlejuice tights. You could see Seth Aaron's signature look, but it wasn't redundant, it wasn't the same old thing we've been seeing.
Emilio's collection was also unexpected. He went
very sportswear-y and made a collection that, as the judges pointed out, proved that he was commercial and marketable. His "
Color Me Bad" collection was rife with color, clearly. There was a
wearable but dull red dress,
a wonderfully-tailored azure blue jacket and the
E. Sosa cammo fabric used in a few pieces. The final dress to come down the runway was obviously meant to be a showstopper. It was
metallic gold and floor length, looking
like liquid, only lighter. It was so beautiful it could make you weep.
When Mila,
moron to end all morons, went up to introduce her collection she said, "I was inspired by shadows." Right here I could insert some cranky comment about how asinine this woman is, or how ridiculous she is with her dark brooding nature, but I won't. She said she was inspired by shadows, and
I think that that's insulting enough. Her collection was a huge shock: color everywhere. There were brilliant blues and shimmering turquoise and rich, deep blood oranges.
No, I'm totally kidding. She was inspired by shadows, remember? There was no color, which is just what we saw last week from her. Oh, and every week for the past 14 weeks. There was black, there was grey, there was white. Ooohhh. Shadows. Spooky.
During the judging Heidi brought up an astute point:
What are we judging them on? Their commercial appeal? Willingness to learn? Are they being judged on simply the Fashion Week collection or the entire season? I don't think the answer was ever made clear. It was evident, though, that Mila's work just wasn't good enough, and the moment we've all been waiting for came upon us at last: Heidi said
Auf Wiedersehen to the color blocking queen. Who cares how it actually ends, now?
Mila's gone. I could have turned the TV off right then and there. But out of curiosity I decided to see who won the whole shebang. Who could it be? Sophisticated mall punk or the dude who names his collection "Color Me Bad."
In the end, it was Seth Aaron jumping up and down and crying. Emilio,
that salty little bitch, couldn't even pretend to be happy for his friend. He was a sad, mopey mess. Then he quoted dear Anthony and said, "You don't have to have the crown to be the king." Anthony said "queen," you ass.
Emilio can't do anything right.
Seth Aaron's dedication brought him to ProjRun, and his talent landed him at Bryant Park. But I believe it was
wise old Tim Gunn on Seth Aaron's trampoline that —
like rubbing the belly of the Buddha — brought him a world of good luck.
