P.Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Sweetie!
I am more in love with Daniel Vladivostok from Project Runway now than ever. Don't worry! Jason agrees. For Jason, Daniel won his hourly "Without Hyperbole, The Most Beautiful Man I Have Ever Seen" Award.
However, I now have a new nemisis, ladies and gentleman. He's a man who is obnoxious, tedious, thinks Auschwitz was a fashion study, and is trying to steal my/Jason's man. He goes by Andre. He must be stopped.
It's quite sadly obvious that Andre is in desperate (not my kind of desperate love, a different, more pathetic kind) love with Daniel, pawing and leering and touching and mugging. Andre "gets-really-melodramatic-with-each-new-task-you're-on-a-reality-show-get-over-it" Gonzalo will never steal the heart of my dearest Daniel Vladtheimpaler. Case closed.
Oh...and for anyone else who watches, does anyone just want to fucking punch personification-of-swarthy Santino in the goddamn mouth???
He's one of those "I-know-everything-that's-wrong-with-you-don't-worry-I-made-a-bulleted-list" people. He made a dress of not what he'd see in Banana Republic "but where they should be going." And told Michael Kors (one of the judges) that only old ladies buy his clothes. Yawn. A. Roo.
Oh...and I guess the dresses were nice.
~"Over-hyphen-ating" Damon