With The Hills heading off the air for good on Tuesday, not many people were talking about The City, whose latest triumphant season came to an end with quite the cliffhanger. Would Whitney stick with Kelly Cutrone, or would she dip her feet in new waters with pink-clad publicist Alison Brod. The contrast between the two women could not be more stark, and while fans clearly want more Cutrone, methinks Whitney is going to go to the dark side (which is ironically brightly colored) and learn the hard way the value of loyalty.
This, of course, assumes that Whitney and / or The City is coming back. My friends at other publications are buzzing that the show is dunzo, but I can assure you that as of press time, it has not been cancelled and is very much so alive. Don’t ask me how I know this, but I can assure you, my intel is excellent (watch the show get axed tomorrow — not that I’m advocating such a thing. Great. Now I’ve cursed it).
It seems like every season of The City features Whitney heading down to Miami for some silly adventure. First time around, she and Jay got all romantic in the sun. Second time around, she and Roxy rung up a giant hotel tab. And third time around was this week when Whit and Rox again flew down to South Beach to show the Whitney Eve line at the Gen-Arts fashion show, which proved to be so deliriously disorganized that I thought I was watching the second coming of Sinbad on Celebrity Apprentice. Somehow, Whitney managed to persevere through incompetency and scheming models and wound up landing herself a potential sale with a charming mall boutique. It’s not Bergdorf’s, but hey, there’s nothing wrong with buying couture next to a Piercing Pagoda. Right?
Meanwhile, over at Elle, Olivia finally rose to the challenge and snagged a Zac Posen interview for the company’s website. It was an eleventh hour save for her as Erin was just in the final stages of sharpening her guillotine. Head honcho Robbie Myers screened footage of both Olivia and Louise, and while she seemed to like the Brit more, for now it appeared both women would be working in tandem at the magazine. And thus Erin was stymied again. She seemed less than pleased when Olivia, recognizing a foe in Louise, plastered on a big fake smile and got to work winning over her potential rival. Could this be an epic backfire for Erin? Will both girls ally together and outnumber our beleaguered PR exec? Time will tell…
As usual, The City rocks. How else to improve an already impeccable cast of aspiring fashionistas and seasoned vets? Throw in a Brit for good measure. This week’s episode saw the arrival of Louise Roe, the British fashion reporter of whom we got a small taste last week. Not only is she busting in on Olivia’s territory, but her previous romantic entanglements with Whitney’s sort of ex, Freddie Fackelmayer, suggests that there might be more drama to come from this beguiling beauty (who looks not unlike a love child of Elle MacPherson and Kelly Bensimon — not a bad mix).
To be honest, I really had no opinion of Louise until she announced that she had just stepped off a plane from Los Angeles and as a result was simply “SHATTERED.” I think I may have thrown my arms up in the air Platoon-style and thanked the reality TV gods for sending yet another gift to The City. Sadly, Anne Slowey did not make a return appearance (boooo), but at least we got a cameo from the main bitch in charge at Elle, Robbie Myers, whose sweet, twinkling voice seems to betray an ice cold core of scariness. Watching her chirp orders to her flush-faced assistant Seth was nothing short of thrilling, only because we knew each and every word might soon be followed by a passive-aggressive command that would rattle any normal person to the bone.
This week’s episode of The City was titled “Fashion with a Capital F,” but if I could give it a grade, it would be a capital A. That’s because this episode was off-the-charts awesome. It had everything we could want: Erin and Olivia fighting, Erin gossiping with her new cohort Seth, Roxy sabotaging SOMETHING, Kelly Cutrone getting exasperated, Joe Zee yelling at Olivia, Olivia being ridiculous, and best of all, ANNE SLOWEY. I’m not sure who else watched the ill-fated CW series Stylista, but it was a gem, I tell you, and at the center of it was Ms. Slowey herself (not to mention Joe Zee). Seeing her make her triumphant return to reality TV with an animated yet deliciously haughty assessment of Whitney’s clothes was a delight. In fact, I want more. And more Robbey too. Heck, let’s get rid of Whitney and Roxy and just focus on Elle (although, I suppose we’d miss out on Kelly; so that’s no good. Okay, never mind).