The Good Rabbi's Blog

Over the past few months, the woman has had this standing engagement that several women she knows would come over and watch Project Runway on the Bravo network. Well, actually, it wound up being the woman and me watching most of the time, but every so often some other people would show up. I must admit, it was quite interesting watching these four rejects of questionable sexuality actually design some of the weirdest clothing I've ever seen.

Basically, the final four were represented by the following stereotypes. First, there was the uptight woman that was a mother of five children (with another one in the oven). She has made some very elegant stuff over the course of the competition, but the problem is that it looks very old and dated, and she makes the same damn dress every time. Then there was the Black man that wanted to add a little thuggish street cred, who seemed all too cognisant of the fact that he'd probably get his ass kicked in the hood because he designs dresses. Then there was the happy foreign girl that lives in Miami Beach. Everything is sunny in her world, although nobody quite knows what colour the sky is in her world. Finally, there was the punk rock guy with the giant neck tattoo, who like the Black man, hasn't quite figured out that he's designing clothes, and therefore can not be taken seriously.

The trouble is, none of their clothes were really creative, with the exception of the "punk" designer. Ultimately, he wound up winning the gig, but not because his stuff was really cool, but more because everyone else sucked. Last season, I sent my man Raizin down to represent with some good solid rabbinical design principles. He was so good, he even made it to the final four. Check out one of his final projects: