Project Runway Recap: Gunn's Goin' Off!
Last night Tim Gunn visited Project Runway's four remaining designers in their hometowns -- their disgusting, smoke-gagged hamlets. With their polluted families running around. And their dogs. Tim wore enough sanitizer over his face and body that it hardened and looked like a beekeeper uniform. And for reasons unexplored, Tim Gunn was a jackass to the designers! For real! Let's revisit his frosty rendezvous and ask ourselves whether the right designer -- Jay or Mila -- went home at episode's end.
Now that the four remaining designers have been chosen, we flash-forward a couple months and bear witness as Tim journeys to each designer's home as they finish their Bryant Park collections. He starts with Seth Aaron, who will undoubtedly turn cartwheels and skip around the room upon seeing Tim. Best for Tim to get that plebeian nonsense out of the way first.
Tim flew to Vancouver, Washington, where Seth Aaron had dutifully sewn almost two dozen completed looks. That's far more than any previous designer had completed at this point, except for Season Three's Laura Bennett, who sewed her six children against the wall because their runway strut was cliched that afternoon.
"Seth Aaron!" Tim caws. "This is incredible. Incredible. Miles and miles of clothing. Must've taken months. Can I just add another thing? One more note? OK. Well -- you will lose. I am POSITIVE. I am serious. You seem a little dumbstruck. Do you hear me in there, loser? When Bryant Park comes around, I'd like to see most of this gone. Everyone knows you can make on-the-go circus jackets. Try again. This time make it likable. And not so -- loser-accessible. Bai."
That's about how it went down.
Seth Aaron, who clearly thought he was almost done (if not totally done), was pissed -- and justifiably so. He'd just gotten a hot haircut for Tim's visit, a post-What Not to Wear spin on Nikki Sixx, and it fell on blind, old, gay eyes. According to Tim's notes on the Lifetime website, Seth Aaron had spent up to 20 hours a day sewing what really was a magnificent set of looks -- black-and-white jackets with zipper detailing, checkered sportswear, tinges of ringmasterly drama. But the fact is, St. Gunn was right. For the final collections, the judges howl, jitterbug, and juke only when the contestants prove they've evolved. For Seth Aaron, his "evolution" was technically impeccable, but wholly a retread of his past triumphs. Still, if he impaled Tim with one of Maya's spiky purses right then, I wouldn't have reported it.
Oh, wait, he did force Big Gunns to jump on a trampoline. You know Tim couldn't record that in his Trauma Diary fast enough. Well done, S.A.