Actually, she was hit by a bus. And it was kind of horrible. Spent a lot of time in intensive care. Not to kill the joke or anything, but… I thought it was kind of an awful thing to happen to her, myself.
Weirdly enough, the reports that came out at the time claimed she was one of the final three models when she was in the accident. Some of us have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how the hell Vincent made it to the final three, and it turns out it was just sloppy reporting.
Anyway, the dresses. I literally yelled “I HATE it!” when Jeffrey’s model took the stage. Bad faux-ironic “Look, the eighties are back!” design. I absolutely cannot stand that whole trend to begin with, and this is one of the worst takes I’ve ever seen on it. Awful, awful, awful. Uli’s was pretty bad, too, although it did look a lot better when they hiked the sleeves up a little bit. The length of the sleeves made it look heavy, like it was falling off the model. Not good.
I actually really liked the front of Kayne’s dress - it looked simple and elegant, sort of noir-ish. The back was an interesting idea, but it didn’t work. Had he done more with the white, and something more classic, he would have stayed in the competition and we might be spared Jeff’s attitude.
Michael and Laura’s dresses were both beautiful, but this was Laura’s turn. I don’t always like her, but I was cheering her on the whole way in this. Not a good time to be attacked by the evil pregnancy hormones. But she pulled it out. And Michael… so chic. So classic. So fresh. He’s my pick to win this year, no doubt. He’s brilliant.
As far as Angela and Vincent - I didn’t think they were the worst, but they weren’t winners. And their only option was to win. I felt horrible for Vincent, but even with Jia, he couldn’t have pulled it out to stick around. And Angela’s… I like the Edwardian collar if you’re doing last challenge’s couture design. This is not couture. This is cocktail party. Not the same thing. And her armholes were bizarrely cut. Had she left the armpit area covered, and possibly done some sleeves, it would have worked much better. But she didn’t. Because she’s Angela, and her taste level is far more off than Kayne’s could ever be.
We’ll miss you, Kayne. Maybe you were a bitch sometimes, but you were my favorite kind of bitch.