If we learned anything from tonight's episode it's this: RuPaul is alive and well and still giving tutelage about the hiding of one's candy.
Another important lesson from tonight's drag parade would be that drag queens make Project Runway better—especially when it comes to seasons like this one when everyone seems so intent on making ugly and or lackluster things, no matter what the task at hand. This crop of contestants doesn't like to listen: to Tim, to the judges, or even to the challenge that is laid out before them in plain English. (It's no coincidence that two of the best outfits this episode were created by Joe and Korto, two of the designers who listen to criticism and can follow directions.) But a challenge like this one basically demands that they set aside their dusty, tired aesthetics, and forces them to make spectacularly loud, exuberant things. After all, you can't stick to your tiresome insistence to layer swatches and fabric strips together in a vague shape when making an outfit for a drag queen.
Scratch that. It should read: you shouldn't stick to that boring swatches and strips aesthetic. But Keith obviously didn't do what he should have done. His drag queen outfit looked like Bea Arthur's Turkey Lurky costume from The Golden Girls, but wet and soggy. Michael Kors was right: it was a sad, sad chicken.
Still, there were some designers who were actually able to incorporate part of their aesthetic into their drag outfits. Terri, for one. Her keen ability to embrace the loud, the weird, and the off-kilter only helped her to create that striking Kiss Kabuki kimono ensemble. For Leanne's space-age, drag Judy Jetson look, she was able to tap into her love of all things sleek, overlapping, and intricate. Kenley finally lived up to that feather or flower in her hair, and made something vintagey—though I did think that her black and silver, peacocked Marilyn Monroe dress was a little obvious and a bit subdued for a drag queen. Even Stella worked some things of her own (plaid, grommets) into that gown: the end result being a dress that was part Avril Lavigne, part Liz Taylor, all drag.
But it was the designers who usually dabble (or drown) in ugly who had the most trouble this week. Jerell will overaccessorize an outfit until he can't wrap another belt around it. He lives for tacky. He is tacky. Yet when he's asked to fully embrace his tackiness–to inflate it, even, if that's possible–he goes with a somber frog green sequin dress with matching lizard hood. Not big, and bold, and tacky enough, Jerell!
Likewise, week to week Blayne's models always look like they're wearing leftover costumes from an Eastern European rave video, but when he's asked to make an actual costume, he just makes some droopy hot pink wings with bicycle streamers hanging down. I loved when he said, "I hope the judges don't think it's poorly constructed," as his look flopped down the runway. He might as well have said, "I hope the judges have lost their ability to see."