That skirt! Those pants!
I mean... does she look into the mirror in the morning and think she looks okay? Those are hideous clown clothes! That multicolored monstrosity of a skirt... then those pants that look like she peed out a rainbow or something! WTF! And she has immunity now! Gross. TWO MORE WEEKS (at least) of Angela and her rosette-adorned bubble skirts!
Sigh. Well, the outfit was great, but... There would have been no win for her had Laura and Michael not tamed the beast, as Tim Gunn put so eloquently. (And also thanks to Jay McCarroll whose stunning Chrysler Building dress probably inspired Angela's Empire State Building idea. Copycat!) And Michael styled the model! Hooray! But it's pretty ridiculous for team leaders to be the only ones who are susceptible to elimination or eligible for immunity. Just for that reason, it was obvious that Angela's outfit (and not Keith's) was going to win... I mean, who would've gotten immunity? Jeff or Allison?
Speaking of which, Keith's elimination was totally anti-climactic. Although you definitely saw the extent of his bastard-ness... I mean, he haggled prices at Mood (doubt that's allowed), left production to go online, brought fashion books (hello, you're on a reality show with cameras), and after the casting special aired, we find out that he copied sketches from other designers for his PR audition. Shrug. Oh well. Lucky for him, he's pretty good-looking.
But yeah, did anybody notice that Vincent picked Jia again? I was so excited when they were able to change models since Jia is definitely one of the top three models for Fashion Week... and it's looking more like he somehow defied Good Taste to make it to the end... please no...
Anyway, in other news, today at the pool, my goggles snapped at one point so I started swimming with my head above the water. I could overhear the conversation between these two 60-ish ladies, and they're talking about their lives, and at one point, the louder woman in her Cuban accent proclaims to the other, "Maybe you just need a good HUMP!" before starting to cackle madly. The other woman agreed, and then the Cuban lady advised her not to tickle the guy's penis because you can't do that anymore at their age... SO... basically, I just wanted to die. So I left.
Whenever I hear the word "tickle," I'm now going to think about an old man's penis. Help.
Sigh. Well, the outfit was great, but... There would have been no win for her had Laura and Michael not tamed the beast, as Tim Gunn put so eloquently. (And also thanks to Jay McCarroll whose stunning Chrysler Building dress probably inspired Angela's Empire State Building idea. Copycat!) And Michael styled the model! Hooray! But it's pretty ridiculous for team leaders to be the only ones who are susceptible to elimination or eligible for immunity. Just for that reason, it was obvious that Angela's outfit (and not Keith's) was going to win... I mean, who would've gotten immunity? Jeff or Allison?
Speaking of which, Keith's elimination was totally anti-climactic. Although you definitely saw the extent of his bastard-ness... I mean, he haggled prices at Mood (doubt that's allowed), left production to go online, brought fashion books (hello, you're on a reality show with cameras), and after the casting special aired, we find out that he copied sketches from other designers for his PR audition. Shrug. Oh well. Lucky for him, he's pretty good-looking.
But yeah, did anybody notice that Vincent picked Jia again? I was so excited when they were able to change models since Jia is definitely one of the top three models for Fashion Week... and it's looking more like he somehow defied Good Taste to make it to the end... please no...
Anyway, in other news, today at the pool, my goggles snapped at one point so I started swimming with my head above the water. I could overhear the conversation between these two 60-ish ladies, and they're talking about their lives, and at one point, the louder woman in her Cuban accent proclaims to the other, "Maybe you just need a good HUMP!" before starting to cackle madly. The other woman agreed, and then the Cuban lady advised her not to tickle the guy's penis because you can't do that anymore at their age... SO... basically, I just wanted to die. So I left.
Whenever I hear the word "tickle," I'm now going to think about an old man's penis. Help.
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