For those of you as in touch with the Powers as I — by Powers, I mean subway posters lining the various stops of the L train into Brooklyn — then you know as well that tomorrow night, season four of Project Runway begins. That is a queertastic High Holy Day — observe with respect, and by making sure you’re not looking too matchy-matchy or wearing anything that would make make Tim Gunn feel “concerned” on your part.
I have the unfortunate pleasure of working the 6:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m. tonight (YEEEEAH NEWSMEDIA!) so my roommates and I had our 4th of July cookout yesterday, complete with buffalo burgers (delicious but needs more fat to stay juicier) potato, onion, and bell pepper hash and lemon drops and a metric ton of Rainier beer — which is just as disgusting as it sounds.
Of course, what makes today even more special — aside from the preemptive post-drinking lag — is that Bravo is running an all-day Project Runway season three marathon, with my favorite shenanigans ever: there’s nothing quite so beautiful as Laura and Michael’s friendship, Keith’s bitchiness, Kayne and Robert’s bff disco ball pageant dress slash Barbie doll Miss America dress. It’s all wonderfulness times a bajillion. You know what else is wonderfulness times a bajillion? The fact that Bravo has put up (rejected) audition tapes from season four on their BrilliantButCanceled.com site — you know you’re all about it, don’t lie. (Try and see if you can guess which of these geniuses is my favorite.)
But you know what’s even more important than that? (I know, it’s hard to imagine!)
I HAVEN’T DONE A HORRIBLE ARTDUMP ON YA’LL IN A WHILE.
Pikachu — appropriately — bitchslaps me for my oversight. (more…)