After last week’s Runway of Tears, it is a scientific fact that the designers are in dire need of a strong drink.
Everyone is annoyed with Erin for being talented.
This week’s is like a mid-'90s Spring Break in Miami.
I have a crush! It’s not love quite yet, but the cattiness presented by Cornelius in this week’s episode has left me weak.
I’ve returned to “Runway” with all the enthusiasm of a random dude suction-cupping himself up Trump Tower.
On the finale, Dom Streater proved yet again that she is a quiet storm not to be reckoned with.
After this roller coaster of a season and last week's nail-biter of an episode, we finally get what we’ve earned: a drama-free finale.
