As of this writing, "Project Runway" has been off the air for — quick mental calculation — a lot of days, and so I am practically tripping
As of this writing, “Project Runway” has been off the air for — quick mental calculation — a lot of days, and so I am practically tripping over myself to get to Austin Scarlett, even if it means sitting in a downtown bridal shop on what must be the hottest day of the year. All that taffeta and tulle, I do say it makes me feel quite flustered, Miss Scarlett!
I just want to have a look at him, and he is as you would expect: slim and unfailingly polite in a black suit with polka-dot hanky, and a charm bracelet on his right wrist dangling with what look like artichokes or pine cones or bananas. He appears quite at home — unlike myself — surrounded by brides and champagne and his grandparents, the beaming Buzz and Joyce Summers of Eugene, Ore., at a trunk show at Marcella’s La Boutique.
“I definitely would love to design wedding dresses for the rest of my life,” says the “Runway” finalist-turned-head-designer of Kenneth Pool, seated on a little sofa. “One day I’d love to do a dress all of fresh flowers: gardenias, peonies … a once-in-a-lifetime dream gown. But in a couture way, not in a 10-hour-challenge kind of way.”
He still watches “Project Runway” — “I loved Santino and I really liked Laura; I admired her elegance” — and yes, his real name is Austin Lee Scarlett, making one wonder if his mother was inspired by another famous Scarlett. “No, I was a big fan of ‘Gone with the Wind,’ ” he says, “not my mom.” …
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Girl About Town appears every Sunday in Northwest Life. Pamela Sitt: 206-464-2376 or email@example.com