I live for the weird, over-the-top, beautifully grotesque, absurd nature of a 2-day avant-garde challenge.

This season is flying by, and I’m just along for the ride like Mah-Jing, stifling screams from the seat of a helicopter soaring above NYC.

This week’s episode made me cry and call my mom.

My commitment to Cornelius paid off this week in a big way.

When runway day rolls around, you would think these kids had no idea they would ever be expected to present finished garments...

After last week’s Runway of Tears, it is a scientific fact that the designers are in dire need of a strong drink.

Everyone is annoyed with Erin for being talented.

This week’s is like a mid-'90s Spring Break in Miami.

Jump[suit] to it! #badjoke