Blogging Project Runway: Bring on the sturm und drang!
I’m ashamed to admit this to other Project Runway fans, but two nights ago I almost gave up our favorite show in favor of sleep. I’ve worked late all week, and got home way past midnight. Still, even though I was feeling somewhat like a member of the cast—sewing a dress made of corn husks and hoping that they won’t dry too much by morning, looking bleary eyed, craving salty snacks—I was inspired by the possibility of a dazzling runway silhouette. Which is why I stayed up to watch Bravo’s replay at 1:30 a.m.
(SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t seen Project Runway, Season 4, Episode 4, you might want to stop reading now.)
I’m ashamed to admit this to other Project Runway fans, but two nights ago I almost gave up our favorite show in favor of sleep. I’ve worked late all week, and got home way past midnight. Still, even though I was feeling somewhat like a member of the cast—sewing a dress made of corn husks and hoping that they won’t dry too much by morning, looking bleary eyed, craving salty snacks—I was inspired by the possibility of a dazzling runway silhouette. Which is why I stayed up to watch Bravo’s replay at 1:30 a.m.
(SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t seen Project Runway, Season 4, Episode 4, you might want to stop reading now.)

You might assume that Boston magazine editors get certain perks and/or are constantly lavished with kiss-assery, especially around
This just in at the Bostonista test lab: Chanel Blue Satin nail polish, a shimmery royal navy that sequels last year’s ubiquitous black (Chanel’s own Black Satin nail color is an all-time best-seller). There’s already a wait list for this stuff at the label’s Newbury Street boutique.
For last night’s Best of Boston Beauty event, Boston’s marketing team asked me to emcee a little fashion show on fun/festive/holiday dresses in the “Bebe Style Lounge.” Sure? Why not? Naturally, that meant I, too, would be donning Bebe for the evening. And while I wouldn’t describe myself as a Bebe girl (I can’t say I’ve ever worn so much plastic pizzazz), as you can see, the dress itself was certainly a party.
Welcome to Bostonista, where we’ll be bringing you daily style news (if not always stylish news, like, say, how I was completely unprepared for this weather and now I’ve got a pair of wet Uggs soaking the carpet beneath my desk, an admission many would take as evidence I’ve got the wrong job. But whatever—they’re just boots).





