Event review: Tim Gunn

I drew this in the dark because I'm polite. 

I'm quite certain Tim Gunn walked out onto this stage and thought to himself "Those ferns are beat!" The ferns had brown tips. Cough, cough. 

Otherwise, my date was lovely- she stuck with me through the long signing line and took a cute pic with him that you can see here on her tumblr. She's my first internet-stranger-lady date of Arkansas.
I went on tons of internet-stranger-lady dates in NYC and usually it's good. I started stalking this girl online when she was tweeting from a Maddow talk at the Clinton school.

Tim talked at length about restructuring the fashion design program at Parsons and I feared that all of this beauracratic talk was lost on the audience, who I'm sure really mostly wanted to hear what Heidi eats for lunch. He really talked so much about the administration at Parsons.

He did mention how he created the senior review and I can attest to how freaking cool that process is, as I went to see (photo album here) my friend and former intern present her collection. Each student gets ten minutes to present a final senior collection in front of a panel of various fashion professionals. It was one of the coolest things I went to while I lived there.

He was really great and sweet and gracious until this one little point toward the end where he brought up Tavi Gevinson and made this erroneous claim that her parents bought all those designer clothes for her and that fourteen year olds don't know anything. That stabbed my heart, but not too bad because I'm not the biggest Tim Gunn fan anyway.

I didn't let him know that Tavi is now running a feminist website for teenage girls (that girls my age love too!) His negative comments about her success showed his age, in my opinion.

I have flipped through the book which he's promoting, and it is a patriotic text book of American fashion history. I did tell him that seeing the full page photo of Michelle Obama made me run back out to the lobby to get a copy for myself. It did.

I was really just there to get some old gay man wisdom like what Tom Ford gave, and to get the book signed for my play-brother and his boo.