Dear Peter,
Remember our friend D-----'s coworker, at the video store? Let's call him Toshio. He was that very nice man from Japan, with refined sensibilities and a taste for porn. Once, D----- asked Toshio what he thought of a movie he'd just seen -- I forget if it was Fist Dogs or Hot Lunch Duo -- and Toshio thought for a moment, and replied, "It was as a fancy as a piece of cake."
I was thinking about that the other night as I watched the Project Runway finale. Because unlike Fist Dogs, it was not as fancy as a piece of cake; I was eating one at the time, in fact, and it did not compare well. Maybe I'm just disappointed that Daniel V. didn't win (a man who can design a cowled military coat that looks like that should be named -- I don't know -- King Emperor of Fashion forever), but the whole thing felt sort of anticlimatic. Shouldn't there be more drama, more Byzantine machinations? This is fashion, for goodness' sake. I have some ideas to up the stakes next time around, starting with drug-addicted big-name models and ending with flammable fabrics. We'll talk.
Congratulations to Chloe all the same. The short mauve shift + shrug truly moved me.
Love,
Jenny
P.S. Remember that other thing Toshio used to say, to customers? "This isn't Blockbusters. You don't go home happy."
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