And speaking of the breastesses, and by the way, Project Runway spoiler, avert your eyes if you've got last night's burning a hole in your Tivo, what the flippety-flop was up with Jerrell's bridal dress? Great googley moogley. Diamond encrusted, crinkle taffetta boob wings? That's like asking Michael Kors to clown you on national television. And you know that Heidi Klum has serious issues with fit problems in the chest. How many times has she wanted to pull a dress up so that a model's tatas were in the right place? Not well played, Jerrell.
And frankly, as someone whose cups have never run over, I have occassionally used the well placed gather, ruffle or ruche as camouflage. But even I would never wear a bridal dress that looked like I was an awning offering shade to passing ringbearers and flower girls. Actually, I'd never wear a bridal dress, period. But that's besides the point. No boob flaps! No boob flaps, ever!
Add in a hat that looked like "Oh, no! I forgot my veil! That's okay. I'll just wear one of the centerpieces" and you knew Jer-Jer was going to get Auffed off the runway like a bottle rocket. Too bad. I liked his style. But I'm afraid the full collection was his downfall. Alas. Okay, I'm over it. Now on to the all-girl finale!