at the end of New York Fashion Week for Spring 2012. I've said it before, and I'll say it again – It's always Fashion Week Month somewhere.
But before I write about any of that nonsense, if I do, here's some Clothes on TV commentary:
Project Runway Season Who Gives a Damn
There has always been an undercurrent of misogyny and ageism circulating among the mostly young gay male contestants on PR, but this year those particular evils are front and center thanks to a contestant named Josh Overpluckshiseyebrows. And I already know that Mr. Overplucked is going to be among the finalists, or perhaps even win, but it really makes no damn difference, because, given the season timing, all nine of the remaining contestants got to show at fashion week. In seasons past I've looked at the fashion week photos, this year, I dislike most of the contestants and find their clothes boring and frankly, m'dear, I don't give a damn.
The Rachel Zoe Project
Rachel's back, with her husband, but without Brad Gorecki, who, it must be said, was the real star of that show. So we're left with what must be the whiniest couple in fashion/showbiz, and with Rachel pregnant, there is just soooo much more to whine about. The next episode is the pregnant Rachel styling women for the Oscars. I may watch that episode on mute.
Amsale Girls
Amsale Girls is WE TV's wedding gown series. It supposed to be about the women working at the Amsale boutique on Madison Avenue in New York. The boutique is elegant, the gowns even more so: no see-through corset gowns here. Amsale gowns average about $5,000, and according to a blurb on wetv.com, can cost as much as $75,000. Unfortunately, all that good taste produces very little drama, and the show is rather boring.
Say Yes to the Dress, and Say Yes to the Dress – Atlanta.
Bad taste, tacky gowns, petulant brides, mothers-from-hell, jealous sisters, bitchy bridesmaids, what more can one ask for? Right now, these are my favorite fashion TV show. Thank gawd there's something I can depend on.
Live from the Red Carpet, the Umpty-tump Emmy Awards
Very relaxing show – I feel free to get up and fill my bird feeders, consider caulking my windows, water my container garden, wonder why the holy hell anyone would remake Mildred Pierce, and thank goodness for DVRs. Now I can fast forward through the many interviews with men (and it seems like ONLY men are stopping to talk to the skeletal Giuliana and the miniature Seacrest), rewind for a glimpse of some of the few interesting dresses. In short, another boring broadcast. But I keep watching. What does that say about me?
