If the good people over at Lifetime are smart, they’re already developing the made-for-television movie of Dmitry Sholokhov’s life, because seriously, the script practically writes itself:
Shy little kid in Eastern Europe becomes a professional ballroom dancer but leaves it all behind to go to America with a couple hundred dollars and a dream of becoming a fashion designer and goes on to win season ten of Project Runway.
But we’ll get to that.
Tim breathlessly announces, “Well, my wish came true!” upon learning that all four designers will be showing at Fashion Week; he goes on to tell them that they’ll all need to start “shuffling the cards” of their lines without overthinking their changes. This will be very difficult for Christopher. As he rehashes Nina’s criticism over a rage-fueled game of pool at the designers’ hotel, it becomes clear that he’s taken the feedback a bit too personally. “I’ve been a front-runner this whole competition! They’re making me feel like they’re doing me a favor by moving me forward!” Correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s … nice when someone does you a favor, right? Dmitry, ever the voice of reason, pipes up, “But we all made it! Hello!”
The next morning, it’s back to the workroom for two days of editing, discarding, remaking, fitting, fussing, and ennui. After a final trip to Mood, each designer begins to address the key criticism they faced from the judges: Fabio needs to make his pieces look more luxurious and expensive; Dmitry needs to push his styling to be younger and sexier; Melissa needs to turn up the “wow” factor and add a colored piece; and Christopher is in the unenviable position of needing to make a lot of changes without having any idea what those changes should be. It all culminates in a Champagne toast in which Tim congratulates the designers and tells Christopher to stop being petulant, all in one breath. I miss you already, Tim.
Then it’s off to the runway for the very last time! Christopher is up first, and he has to cut the train off the gown that closes his show so his model’s shoes won’t get tangled (probably not what he’d had in mind when he said the theme of his collection was deconstruction/reconstruction). Aside from that, it’s a pretty smooth show, if disjointed — it speaks to his inarguable range, but the lack of cohesion is a little surprising. Melissa is up next, and says her collection focuses on a new exploration of death to life, and it’s clean and extraordinarily true to who she is.
That said, all four designers remarked on how big the runway seemed when they first arrived, but it was most apparent when Melissa’s model had to try to inch her way down in it in a dress that wasn’t cut for walking. Oof.
Dmitry introduces his collection as being inspired by organic architecture (full disclosure: I still don’t understand what he means when he says this, even though he’s been saying it for weeks now). It’s full of the sultry geometry that Dmitry’s work has been defined by all season. Finally, Fabio introduces his collection, which he’s called Cosmic Tribalism. Coming from anyone else, this would be incredibly insufferable, but it’s just Fabio being Fabio. The collection is really ethereal and the sense of movement is strong.
In general, I worry a bit about the presence of a guest judge at the Runway finale. Maybe it’s trauma left over from a few seasons back when Jessica Simpson’s praise of Mondo seemed to somehow count against him, but it seems like bringing in someone new and unfamiliar with the designers has the potential to derail the competition when the stakes are the highest. (I’m aware of how shrill and overwrought that sounds when said in regards to reality television.) That said: Jennifer Hudson is a pro. Kind, specific, and not unduly opinionated.
While it’s clear during judging that Fabio and Dmitry’s collections were the two favorites, it’s a surprisingly warm and supportive critique all around. Melissa’s far-too-short dress and Christopher’s out-of-place gown are called out, but aside from that, Heidi, Nina, and Michael do everything short of passing out participant trophies and post-show Capri Suns, at least while the designers are still in front of them. Finally, Christopher and Melissa are auf’d (Christopher does some fairly unbecoming grumbling, but I’ll cut him some slack since he looks like he’s been awake for eleven straight days). It’s down to Fabio and Dmitry — at this point, I’d be happy with either as the winner, but in the end, it’s Dmitry.
“Dmitry. You have your wings now. Go and fly!” God, Heidi, are you just reading passages from my dream journal verbatim at this point? Michael congratulates him on being “a real gentleman,” which is oddly touching, and, rather than having family members join him to celebrate his win, three beautiful blonde women come out instead. Like a boss, Dmitry, like a boss. Finally, Tim comes out to congratulate Dmitry and is immediately overcome with tears and has to fumble for a handkerchief. Tim’s been pretty vocal in his disapproval of past winners; in a way, this seems like a win for him, too.
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