Oh, A.J. Could your baggage have been any more prominently displayed this week? Girl, you fell OUT. Clearly, it was because you were feeling the pressure. The problem with being a niche designer on PR is when your niche becomes the basis of a challenge. He knew everyone thought he had this in the bag and he freaked out over that.
And that frantic stressing out ultimately tripped him up.
Because we saw his portfolio and he’s better than this.
He could have done so much just with the materials he had without lapsing into this kind of dated, cliched look.
This was just a lot of candy-colored crap stapled and glue-gunned together.
We were hoping for something a little more artful, with a little wit to it. We think the judges were too.
This just looked like something any first year fashion student might have put together.
He was so proud of that necklace thing and he shouldn’t have been. A ten year old could have made it.
We don’t know about him. This was his one big moment to shine in the competition and he choked. How’s he going to handle dressing the moms or making clothes out of car parts? Things do not bode well for Miss A.J.
Tim Gunn’s Workroom:
Kittens, we don’t know WHAT to think of this one. His facility with English comes and goes. Even if we buy that he really has a problem with the instructions on each challenge, why doesn’t he get someone to explain it to him instead of pretending like he understands and then flailing around when he realizes too late that he misunderstood?
Although really, ESL had nothing to do with this mess.
Granted, he might have been a little more innovative with his materials if he’d had a better understanding of Tim’s instructions, but fluency in English isn’t a substitute for taste.
And let’s face it…
Taste was the major issue here. Certainly technique wasn’t a problem, because he managed some extremely impressive technical details given the materials.
In fact, it looks like he attempted every single technical trick he knows all on this one garment. The result is about 6 different garments smushed into one.
The top doesn’t go with the bottom, the front doesn’t go with the back…
The left boob doesn’t even go with the right boob.
Sad tinfoil earrings that don’t go with anything.
Tacky, tacky, tacky.
We will give him credit for one thing: the skinned puppies actually made for a fun take on fake fur. Too bad he paired it with this mismatched collection of looks.
And if nothing else, he once again impressed us with his range. Week one: stripper. Week two: Park Avenue Dowager. Week three: Old Hollywood crossed with Quinceanera. Of course this does force the question: Does he have range or does he lack a point of view?