At this point, Bravo should probably rename itself the Tim Gunn channel. The Project Runway guru is casting now for his makeover series Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style, a show inspired by his forthcoming book, Tim Gunn: A Guide to Quality, Taste, and Style — whose first chapter can be read in its entirety on Bravo’s website.
Judging by this excerpt, the book appears to be a practical guide to making yourself more presentable by wearing clothes that are appropriate for you and avoiding clothes that are not. Written with Kate Moloney (Gunn’s assistant department chair at Parsons), the book nonetheless seems to capture Gunn’s distinctive voice. Some highlights:
- Page 3: Name-drops Diane von Furstenberg
- Page 6: Admirably waits this long before unleashing the first “Make it work!”
- Page 7: Wizard of Oz reference
- Page 9: Admits he used to dress like a “stuffy, buttoned-up old fart”
- Page 14: Urges readers to dress their age, not like the society ladies of Manhattan’s Upper East Side, who dress like “grandma jezebels and teenyboppers.”
- Page 16: Begging readers not to wear jogging suits in public, he offers an anecdote about how he once tried in vain to shield the eyes of fellow fashionista Grace Mirabella from a sweats-clad couple occupying “incomprehensibly expensive orchestra seats” at a Broadway drama
- Page 18: A plea to everyone: “Please conceal your midriff.”
- Page 19: Slams couturier John Galliano for his impractical designs. “I maintain that fashion isn’t relevant if you can’t get into a taxi wearing it, and so many of these Galliano creations couldn’t fit into a moving van, let alone a yellow cab.”
So, PopWatchers, does that whet your appetite for the rest of the Guide book — and the Guide show? Can there be such thing as too much Gunn? Do you fear he’ll spread himself to thin if he does too many projects besides Runway (and, um, his day job at Parsons), or do you think he can juggle this set of ventures and make it… you know?
UPDATE: Thanks to all for reminding me that Gunn works at Liz Claiborne now, not at Parsons, and thanks also for not siccing the fashion police on me.