Daniel & Emily
Daniel, honey. Seriously. Do some deep breathing, talk to your doctor to see if Xanax is right for you, buy some crystals, masturbate – whatever. Just calm down.
Because honey, even your dress looks nervous. It looks fussed over and disheveled and unsure of itself; like she’s going to spend the night in the corner adjusting her bra straps and picking imaginary lint off herself.
The proportions are way off on this thing and nothing looks well fitted or well executed.
The bodice is shapeless and unflattering. The placement of the straps/cap sleeves makes her look wider than she is and the waist can’t seem to decide where it wants to sit on her.
We do like the skirt, especially from behind.
We get the impression there’s a kernel of creativity and skill there with Daniel. But we’re not kidding, his high anxiety is gonna kill him in this contest. The likelihood of his impending psychotic break increases with each challenge. He’s gonna be a puddle of sweat with a damp tie floating in it if he makes it to Bryant Park.
Emily talks a big game about how her work is “underground,” but so far, we don’t see it.
Or is “underground” the new slang for “three sizes too small?” Put a bow in her hair and she’s a slutty Baby Snooks.
It’s not all bad. We really like the braiding in the bodice – and that’s saying something because we rarely like braided fabric.
And the back of it’s not bad.
It’s just the utterly bizarre proportions on this thing. Everything either sits too low or rides too high; the cups make her boobs look small (and low) and the skirt makes her hips look wide and her legs look heavy. Could’ve been cute, but the execution was a big fail.
[Photos: Projectrunway.com/Bravo/Barbara Nitke - Screencaps: Projectrungay.blogspot.com]