For the Love of PROJECT RUNWAY

I’ve become quite lovingly attached to Project Runway, and one designer in particular: Mondo Guerra.

Last night’s season finale brought a pretty slick show. Andy South, Gretchen Jones, and my man Mondo battled it out at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week. In the end the judges — my girl Heidi Klum, Michael “I mean, c’mon” Kors, Nina “an abso-lute disaster” Garcia, and guest judge Jessica Simpson — duked it out to declare a winner. Heidi and Simpson were holding strong for Mondo, both claiming they’d actually wear his polka dot finale gown to the same party. But Kors — I mean, C’MON — Kors and Garcia were not having any of it and deemed Mondo’s collection “too circusy,” “the cousin of Seth Aaron’s (last season winner)” and other descriptions that mildly suggested psychosis. They were rooting for GRETCHEN because they could see her clothes on DEPARTMENT STORE RACKS. PLEASE.

Heidi Klum nearly took out her boxing gloves, the show cut to a commercial break, and when the world returned to find out the winner we learned it was not our beloved MONDO GUERRA that would wear the crown, but GRETCHEN “LOSING MY STEAM” JONES. DISAPPOINTMENT CITY. (I truly cried.)

So, Mondo Guerra, I don’t care how wacky people might think some of your stuff is, I think you’re the best damn thing since Velveeta cheese, since hot pants, since Ke$ha body paint, since Vivian Westwood. So amazing. Go to sleep tonight and hear the soft, sweet German-peppered voice of Heidi Klum saying, “Con-grachulashuns, Mondo! You ah tha wi-nnah uf Pro-ject Ronway!!!”

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PS // I do not recommend viewing these photos at a larger size as they are all pixel pooped screenshots taken during the heat of the finale…