Ferosha Coutoura

A little piece of me died tonight. Project Runway ended.

I know… I know… it’s a TV show. But I am addicted. Seriously, sadly and madly addicted. Project Runway is my crack. And this crack is, indeed, whack.

I haven’t written much about this season as I did in previous years. I’m not sure why… maybe because my blogging has been so sporadic lately (hello, my last post was February 29!). Or maybe it’s because there really wasn’t much to say.

But really there was a lot to say, and people have been saying a lot, believe me. They’ve been saying how boring this season was. How un-dramatic it was. How they missed all the bitchiness and catfighting and screaming and shouting that were so apparent in previous seasons.

True, that element was missing. There was no Wendy Pepper (Season 1) trying to “play the game” her way and manipulate everyone so she could get ahead. There was no Santino Rice (Season 2) pushing everyone’s buttons– including the judges, and particularly Nina Garcia. There was no Jeffrey Sebelia (Season 3) playing the “rebel” card and rubbing everyone the wrong way, eventually winning it all anyway.

No, this time we had one standout, and he stood out from day one. A 21 year old self-proclaimed “Fierce Celebrity” (in his own head). That someone was the unstoppable Christian Siriano.

From the moment he walked into Parsons, you knew he was going to go all the way. He just had this… something. Call it confidence, call it cockiness… it was so different from all of the other contestants that you could taste it.

But little Christian didn’t just exude confidence because he thought he was great. He really was. The boy could design, construct, sew and finish an amazing garment in record time, and it was flawless from top to bottom. Oh sure he used too many ruffles and he had the occasional misstep (Prom Challenge, anyone?), but for the most part he remained true to his own vision and continually produced amazing work.

The best part about Christian, however, was his personality. Some found it grating, but I LOVED it. He was bitchy, cocky and confident, but underneath you knew he was just a kid and doggone it there was just something lovable about it. (Check out the February episode of “Feast of Fools” at the left to hear Christian talk about his Project Runway experiences with my friends Fausto and Marc!)Plus he single-handedly created the season’s lexicon of catch phrases: “Fierce,” “Ferosh,” “Stunning,” “I’m gonna die,” “I’m gonna cry,” “Tranny Mess,” and my personal favorite, “Ferosha Coutoura,” his chosen wrestling name during the WWE challenge. I especially loved that Tim Gunn (my hero) started using “Fierce” on a regular basis as the season progressed. Now that’s what I call influence.

Well the little bitch won last night. And I am so happy for the little guy.

So now what the hell am I going to do on Wednesday nights????

Just for shits and giggles, here is a great compilation of clips of Christian’s Fiercest Moments from Season 4.

Yeah… he’s pretty damn fierce.

OMIGOD you guys…

Kathy was fabulous.  Hilarious.  Hysterical.

And every bit as biting and shrewd as you’d expect.

Naturally, she left no stone unturned:  Britney, Larry Craig, the Emmy Awards “Jesus Speech,” the flap from Christians and Catholics about said “Jesus Speech,” Paris Hilton, The View (especially Barbara Walters), George W. Bush, and countless other completely worthy recipients of her snark were justfully pummeled into the ground.  And we loved every minute.

I had my friend Jason with me and we sat wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y up in the last row of the balcony.  And by last row, I mean the row where they set up plain old CHAIRS because there aren’t even actual SEATS up there.  But fortunately the view is just as good way back there as it is anywhere else.

Especially if you have binoculars.  Which I had.  And while the binoculars themselves are pretty nice, they have a cheap little digital camera attached to them so you can take pictures.  Granted, the camera is absolute crap– it takes extremely low-resolution, less-than-a-megapixel pictures– but hey, out of 62 shots, I got THREE halfway-decent ones.  And for what it’s worth, they’re not so bad.  After all, I didn’t want anyone confiscating my regular digital camera… because with my luck, they’d have done just that.  So here they are:

Kathy Griffin

The best of all 62 shots.  At least you can KIND OF make out a face…

Kathy Griffin

Another shot… you can totally see her saying “OMIGOD you guys… I have another story to tell you…”

Kathy Griffin

This one’s pretty good too.  The rest of them were all blurry and awful.  I guess I can’t complain too much– three out of 62 ain’t bad!

It was a late night.  The show didn’t start until 11:00 or so and we didn’t leave until 12:30.  That’s 1 1/2 hours of good, hearty laughter and lots of clapping.  And she had to do it twice in a row that night.

OMIGOD YOU GUYS!  I forgot to tell you… they were filming!  So I’m, like, totally going to be on Bravo!

OK… I won’t be on Bravo… but you’ll certainly see bits from that night.  I hope.

Yeah… that’s why I’m comfortably ensconced on the “P” list.  Sigh.

Anyway… if you get a chance to see her, do it.  She’s worth every penny.