So now Oren, I mean, Project Runway is on TV Monday nights, I can no longer fit The Farmer Wants a Wife into my heavy Monday night TV watching schedule. Damn/joy.
Last night's launch of Project Runway was, as they say in camp fashion world "fierce". Henry Roth was right when he said it would be very much an Australian show. For heaven's sake, Helen Manuell even showed that great Australian trait of "mateship" by helping out her ailing comptetitor Brent. Well, didn't that irk the others. Deb called Helen "Gloater gloaterson" for having spare time and making it known.
The characters, and their caricatures, were clearly laid out, probably much to each contestant's surprise. Whether they really are or not, on the show Helen is mother goose, Leigh is fashion's Perez Hilton, Mark Antonio is Bryan Boy, Lui is Mister Zen, Shane is Mister Grown-up Couture and Brent is the goof.
Oren is well-placed as the only sylish/tough contestant who could just as easily fix up your hemline as knock you down with his
Krav Maga skills; a tantalising combination and one not seen before on Australian reality TV. When faced with the challenge of running three kilometres from Melbourne's Docklands into the Whitehouse school of design, he brushed it off. He's like "Pfff, I've faced Hamas. A 3km run is like hoummos to me."
So everyone really wants to win and has all the usual dry reasons for it. But only one competitor did what TheVine would do in this heated and competitive. Brent panicked and pulled out dalek and Darth Vader impersonations to lighten the mood. Cute and clever. Happy couturing to you all.