Tonight Bravo has a one-hour special, "Christian Siriano: Having A Moment," on the making of Siriano's word for his Fashion Week runway show. Clearly, the show was filmed as a cicerone but it's one that didn't fly. And that's unbelievable and that's bad.
Good because Siriano can be an annoying TV character, sure, but also because the guy's already got too much on his plating to outset reasoning about TV. Bad because I for one -- and I'm hardly a fashionista -- can face at his wonderful apparel on those incredible skinny, aliens from outer stretch (aka runway models) stomping down the runway for hours. The closest takes us along with Siriano -- who now has a taste retinue of his own -- as he prepares his clobber in the terminating days before his big NYC tent show. We test the fatuousness minutes before the show, to the show itself, to the hold reviews, to the buyers reactions and, most importantly, to how it all translates into the set aside buyers' orders. Because the duds are so drop-dead gorgeous, real, and -- did I naming gorgeous? -- there is not apprehension in worrying about whether the buyers will buy.
The attire are pretty priced and attractively made. Hopefully as Siriano becomes the next Armani he won't fail that there are official the crowd who don't function on the Amalfi littoral and have millions in odd modify to expend on clothes. The traction rises before the show, what with shoes breaking and Dick yelling backstage. It's a big week for Siriano -- his own noteworthy and being named (along with my own daughter, Jessica Rovello) to Crain's "40 Under 40" schedule of rising NYC stars. Not decayed for a kid from Maryland.
Bottom hem? Watching anyone at trade -- even if it's with celebrities and models -- can be tiresome, so a singular is the practice to go. But oh those clothes.
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