Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Style Me

I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I do have my favourites, which I consider utterly unmissable.

Lost (I love this show, and have sordid fantasies about all of the male characters. Except Hurley).

What Not To Wear (Watching this serves two purposes; I get to feel smug knowing that I already do everything just right already, and it proves that there is no excuse for looking crap. Trinny and Susannah make everyone look great, even the really old and fat ones).

My latest favourite is:

Style Me With Rachel Hunter (Living Channel, 9.30pm, Sunday).
I discovered the majestic glory of this programme just the other night. The premise is that a bunch of wanna-be stylists face a series of challenges, coming up with outfits for New Zealand’s own Rachel Hunter. La Hunter is not exactly a fashion icon; going by her usual sartorial selections, a more appropriate title for this show could have been, 'For The Love Of Sweet Jesus, Please Style Me Before The Fashion Police Beat Me To A Bloodied Pulp,' but I suppose it would take up too many lines in the TV Guide.

The premiere episode had the stylists running around a NY flea-market with $75, buying accessories for La Hunter to wear to a nightclub. A dismal array of cheap and nasty outfits were assembled, which seemed apt. But no. La Hunter scowled and glared at the contestants in an unsightly way, although one has to admire her great posture. In the thrilling conclusion, one contestant was eliminated because he stopped to buy himself a snow-cone.

Utterly brilliant

9 comments:

unPC lesbian said...

Oh Mrs Smith that is torture to know what I'm missing (being a self supporting single parent pay tv is not currently in the budget, maybe I should go on the benefit!) It sounds exactly my sort of show. I guesss the contestants really need to grasp the concept of "westie" fashion then they'd be in with a chance.

miss_seph said...

Isn't Rachel from Glenfield though?

unPC lesbian said...

Yes she is, but she wears the generic fashion style that can only be termed "westie". One could say that the Greenhithe bridge connects Glenfield to West Auckland, but that doesn't explain the prevalance of said fashion in places like Palmerston North.

Captain Crab said...

mmmmm, Rachel Hunter. Definitely a thinking mans girl because she doesnt. But does everything else. Perfect.mmmmm, what time did you say?

d-man said...

Thanks for reminding me that I only have Poor Man's TV.


:)

Oswald Bastable said...

The sort of person who would stop for a snow cone would probably think the warehouse to be upmarket...

Cactus Kate said...

Smith

Please critique the fashion victim I have just papped.

unPC lesbian said...

Oh Mrs Smith, I have just linked to The Sartorialist from your site. Oh I am just green, please please send me to Milan NOW

Mrs Smith said...

Oh yes - The Sartorialist rocks da house. Most inspirational.