I’m try to help you. Don’t defend the shoe to me:
Almost seven years ago, I turned on my television to see a bunch of people making dresses out of things they found at a grocery store. I was hooked automatically. Yeah, there was some German supermodel on there and she’s OK, but Michael Kors and his one liners and Nina Garcia and he death stare were there are well.
But then there also appeared this well dressed, erudite man who was part teacher, part critic, part den father. I think the day after Project Runway premiered I looked up Tim Gunn’s name on the internet and ready pretty much everything I could about him. He was a champion swimmer as a youth. His dad worked in the FBI. He grew up in this fashion wasteland called Washington DC and still managed to become an arbiter of style.
Now there are the quotes. I listed above my favorite quote from him from over the years. Not that he lacks for quotes that stimulate the brain and tickle the funny bone:
“It looks like a pterodactyl from a gay jurassic park.”
“Andrae and I go to the Red Lobster.”
“What happened to Andrae?”
(to Chloe) You just have to say all these things on the runway: “Nina, I wanted her to look like she had a big fat ass.”
“I’ve made more bad decisions at 3 in the morning then I can list!”
“Grandpa has trouble with these ropes.” —Tim Gunn on getting into the ring with the Divas
“You’ll have 30 minutes at Spandex House.” —Tim Gunn informing designers how long they can shop for materials
“Judging on Project Runway is sometimes about informing people that they are living in the monkey house. Often a designer has worked on something so long that he or she thinks it is the most beautiful garment in the face of the earth, when in fact it is an abomination.”
And that man uses the word “circuitous.”
Love. Tim, we will meet!

I have on more than one occasion spent considerably more than 30 minutes in Spandex House, Spandex World, and the House of Spandex.
I can’t sew in a straight line and have great trouble dealing with such things as sewing on a button, but I’d spend several hours in a place called “House of Spandex.” Taking photos, of course.