Dear Peter,
I'm writing you, quickly, from the TJ Maxx Accessories Closet before I have to run to the White Rain Hair Salon and the Wet & Wild Makeup Room and get ready for the show, but I wanted to dash off a few words on Project Runway. Here they are:
Why the hell doesn't Michael get any airtime?
Are we the only ones noticing that he's the best designer? Did you see what he did with coffee filters? And last night -- that woven bodice -- I was moved. You're right. He was jacked.
Give the man his props.
The only other thing I have to say is that it was stupid to send Malan Breton home so early, one, because I loved him, and two, because now they're having to transform Laura into this Cruella de Ville figure to fill the antihero-shaped-hole he left. PS: I want to be her when I'm her age in, oh, fuck, six years.
Also, Robert is the funniest person they've ever had on that show, and I want him to come live with me.
Okay. I better get dressed now. The backstory on my look today is it's about a girl who overslept and then decided, "Shower, schmower." No one will see her today except her cats, and she'll be dressing to entertain them.
Fashion!
Auf wiedersehn,
Jenny
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