Why are we asking you not to hate us? Because while we’re in agreement with what seems to be most of you that the judging last night was fucked up, we’re pretty much also in agreement with the judges’ pick for win and auf.
We had high hopes for Ra’mon going into this competition and we really did think he was going to make it to the end. He’s a thoughtful and occasionally innovative designer, but that doesn’t always make for a winning reality show contestant.
He was floundering and second guessing himself constantly through every challenge. It was to his credit that he managed to produce a couple of attention-getting looks, but the impression we’re left with is that he couldn’t handle the stresses and constraints of the competition.
Seriously, how many catsuits are we supposed to give the guy? One was bad enough, but why would he go down that road again when he had to scrap it last time?
Sure, the last time he scrapped it he pulled a winning garment out of his ass at the last minute.
There were no winning garments to be found either in his ass or anywhere else on his person. His ass was tapped out on producing winning dresses.
Pardon us for a Philadelphianism that most of you probably won’t get, but: Mummer Slut. Are we right, fellow Philadelphians? Does she not look like she should be marching on New Year’s Day down Broad Street? And THOSE costumes are made by nearsighted old Italian ladies! What’s HIS excuse?
We’re definitely sorry to see him go because he seems like a sweet guy and he’s definitely a talented designer, but he’d done the “Ohmigod, I made something ugly! What was I thinking? I know! I’ll pull some crap together at the last minute!” bit at least one time too many to stay in the game.