
Jeffrey, who had more than a few dry drunk moments of petty meanness this year, cleaned the clocks of the competition last night.His collection was edgy and elegant. Grungy and Uptown. Young and timeless. He was helped by Michael's implosion into tackiness and threatened by Uli's successful recrafting of her signature look into something a little less Miami-Party girl and a little more warm weather socialite. Laura as always generated 12 versions of her, uh, 'classy' flapper matron look. (Mr Dan observes that Laura has become for me what Jackie O is to him - someone you just can't stand and can do no right).
We raise our goblet of White Grape Juice to you Jeffrey, You Go To Twelve.

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