I'm excited for tomorrow's season finale of America's Next Top Model (you go, dorky supertall Ann!)...
This past cycle saw more prestigious prizes, more established designers, more travel, more famed photographers, and 100% less Tyra-jumpsuits. It was a very good year. Although, I was shocked by the contestants' lack of fashion knowledge. Seriously, who doesn't recognize venerable icons who have transcended their industry, becoming household names: Missoni, Gaultier, even Patrick Demarchelier. Open a damn Vogue, ladies.
Poor Jay Manuel (Canada's contribution to the show); he would reveal the spectacular guest star's identity only to receive the bewildered goat-stares of this gaggle of wannabe fashionistas. One of the more painful episodes involved each model impersonating a noted fashion designer. Most of the girls looked uncomfortable and frustrated, like they were tasked with replicating some embarrassing incident in a game of charades. The worst = Esther going for Marc Jacobs, but getting constipated-bulldyke-and-her-girlfriend.
a. sequin mini
b. long sleeve LBD