Sturm und Drang, fo' real!

Last night as the tornadoes touched down in Westchester, we watched the Drang on Project Runway. It looks like they're going to have an interesting season. They've got some really cool people in the competition, like the elegant Mom of five, the hip hopper from Atlanta, the Barbie Boy, the New Yorker chick who's already developed her own line. And they have the annoying Bond Villain and the Crack Pot who's cashed in on his 401(k) in order to return to a business that gave him a nervous break-down ten years ago... yikes! The first elimination was kind of predictable. They knocked off the sweet woman from San Francisco who didn't know how to use a sewing machine. Her garment wasn't bad, just safe. No need to cry for her, however. She's got a great education and has plenty of business experience. Something tells me that she just didn't have the right amount of experience in fashion specifically. But the guy that didn't get eliminated.. he's a freak. His outfit looked just like any of the student projects you might see in the window at FIT, but he thinks he's the most creative, the most interesting, the hottest shit ever. And this guy looks like any of the druggy burn-outs you knew from high school, with a head that sticks out of his body like a thumb, four lines of some shit tattoed on his neck, and he keeps showing up wearing this grey hoodie under a black vest. Whatever! He looks like he thinks he's on Project Runaway. He'll probably stay around for a while, lingering long after he should simply because the producers think he adds "character."