Manolo says, Ayyyyy! Chiquitita! Look at the little doggies!
The Manolo he loves the little doggies and thinks that this week’s challenge it was the excellent one. And the designers they seemed to rise to this challenge, as the outfits that were sent down the runway on the models and the dogs they were mostly quite good. Even the dopey stoner Bradley managed to pull together, in extremis, something worthy of wearing, thus briefly delaying his inevitable exit from the show.
At the ending, the Manolo he fully agreed with the choice of the winner. The dress of the Uli, it was beautiful and perfect and well-made and fully deserved to win. Likewise, the Manolo he completely agreed with the choice of the loser, and he was not sorry to see the schlumping whiney Katherine be sent away, if not for her blah-blah dress then for her passive-aggressive personality.
Better, the Manolo thinks, to keep the Angela, who has aggressive-abrasive personality, and designed the unusual, but unflattering balloon skirt and too tight top with the abundance of the wickety-wack. She is entertainingly annoying, and her outfit, it was at the least original (that is if one can discount the fact that the Angela, she was herself already wearing it).
Speaking of the personalities, it is not the secret that the Manolo he is the man of peace, one who is not given much to violence, but as he watched this episode, the Manolo could feel rising in his breast the powerful desire to jack-slap the smirk off the face of the Keith; he is so very annoying and smug and smirky. Yes, his dress it was beautiful, and he has much talent, but his utter disdain for the others makes the Manolo long for the preening insecurity of the Santino, makes the Manolo long to shove the Keith down the long flight of stairs.
Speaking again of the personalities, Manolo asks, where have you gone Micheal Kors? The nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo, woo, wooo. What’s that you say, Mrs Garcia-son, Bitchin’ Mike has left and gone away, hey, hey, hey.
In the stead we again have the greatly reserved Vera Wang, she of the unflattering and dated hair-do. Yes, she is nice and smart, and knows the clothes, but nice and smart they are not really what is needed, are they?
As for the other celebrity judge, the Donald Trump’s not-so-Mini Me, Ivanka, what is there to say about her but that she is exceedingly well-groomed and has the deep Trumpish voice. Perhaps she is also the keen judge of the clothes, although the Manolo he would not know this, as every time she appeared on the television he was distracted by her glossy sheen, which may perhaps be likened to the fatty juices glistening on the well-marbled slab of prime rib.
Please, Micheal Kors, please come home to us soon. The Project Runway, it is just not the same without you and your catty, sharp-witted barbs.
Finally, the teaser preview of the next week, it has the Manolo sitting on the edge of his well-appointed seat, wondering who will be sent away and for what offense. Of the course, there is much good speculation over at the Manolo’s beloved Blogging the Project Runway.