hottt pants...or captain save-a-ho

it seems only inevitable that having lost keith michael, my affection would be won over by one who has remained stealthy in the background (or perhaps the editors at bravo deserve more credit than i had previously given them as my now-beloved michael seem to come out of nowhere in this episode of PR). oh michael. ye of the ambiguous sexuality, enormous talent and wonderfully colorful phrases (captain save-a-ho is a choice example and a phrase that will live on in my heart forever).

i think that i am prepared to predict my ideal final 3 contestants--michael, laura and allison. i'm still waiting for andrea's fleurchon's to get her kicked off...i mean how many times can you sew a scrunchie onto an outfit and call it chic? jeffrey's neck tattoo and his bitchy attitude make him the new person i love to hate. and i love my gays (kayne and robert), but i feel like kayne is a one-trick pony and robert is just lucky that people sucked worse than he did.

which leads me bradley. poor, adorable, bearded, doe-eyed bradley. who managed to avoid cher in both the 1970s and the 1980s. how is that possible? did he never see "mask"? or "moonstruck"? or that "if i could turn back time video"? what about the numerous bob mackie attrocities that cher has visited upon us all? surely that would be memorable? the weird mohawk for the oscars? what about the mushroom hat? surely bradley can relate to 'shrooms? (i'm just guessing here).

but the episode as we all know belonged to michael...michael and pam grier. a match made in heaven.

oh holy rosette, batman!

okay. those of you who know me, know that i am "project runway" freakazoid. i read blogging project runway; i read every snarky sarcastic recap that i can find; i obsess over making sure i can be home on wednesday nights in time to watch...i curse out others for talking during the episode. and though i have no illusions that i can ever, ever compete with the recaps that i read on other sites, i can't help but throw my 2 cents into the nether regions of the intarweb...so...some thoughts on last night's episode.

1) um....producers and cameramen, how did we not notice keith michael's stash of fashion books prior to this episode? obviously the cameraman noticed them in time to zoom in on them while kayne and vincent were discussing the demise of keith michael. shouldn't y'all have found that earlier on? way to drop the ball guys? or...what's even worse. way to know that you dropped the ball and try to milk the issue for ratings but then fail miserably at it because it can't be a bombshell when tim gunn shows up to "auf" someone prematurely when the whole room's been gossiping about it...fire your story editor for messing up the pacing of your so-called drama...yech.

2) keith, keith, keith. you know? i actually loved your clothes...and i felt bad enough for you to think, for a split-second, "aw, man, that's a tough break.....he got kicked off the show...and he didn't even use those pattern books." but then i snapped out of it. there are rules. you signed a contract. i don't feel bad for you. at least, i don't feel bad that you've made a fool of yourself. you were in control, man.

3) rosettes. angela, you are the luckiest woman alive. your taste is awful. your clothes are ridiculous. i don't care that you told the new york times that people love your accessories. remember when you told us you were from ohio? that's why they love your accessories. so shut up about yves st. laurent and please, please, please get "auf"ed in the next 2 episodes...because i can't take you any more. i really can't. but before you go, you should get laura and michael flowers or champagne or something because honey, they saved your skinny midwestern ass last night....