Two years after winning the inaugural season of Project Runway, the annoying, overweight and objectionably talented Jay McCarroll continues to wage war against the producers of the show that made him semi-famous.
“You don’t think I took the fucking bus to New York the day after I won the show, thinking someone was going to come up to me on the street and say, 'You’re awesome, here’s money?'” he asks. “I thought that for two years. But I’ve given up on that…I haven’t been living anywhere for two years,” he says. “I sleep at other people’s houses. I sleep here if I’m drunk.”
In other words, only as an absolutely last resort, when you're slightly intoxicated and everything else fell through? What a coincidence! That's exactly how we feel about Project Runway.
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