“The Hills” — Stressed and the City
I think, um, they go against the wall… or the floor… or… um…
Remember last week when the preview for this week made it look like we were going to be treated to a Spencer/Brody smackdown, the likes of which mortal man has not encountered since Leonidas at Thermopylae? Well that didn’t so much pan out. What we did get was Lauren and Whitney on a business trip to New York City, home of the MagneticMediaFed offices (and Teen Vogue). More after the jump…
Things kicked off with Whitney, who out of nowhere it seems, has turned into something of a professional, whereas I don’t think any of us are really sure what exactly Lauren does at Teen Vogue. She helps with fashion shoots (sometimes) and attends the occasional gala, and types on her iMac, but really… what’s her job title? Whitney is planning presentations, and scouting locations. Whitney is a champ, despite the ditzy exterior suggesting she frequently isn’t entirely sure where she is or how she got there. Whitney is a threat because she is unassuming. And remember being unassuming makes an ass out of U, Ming and the U.N.
Lisa Love, the Teen Vogue editor whose screentime is typically divided between being frustrated, mildly angry, and one of plot-mover, has also taken to Whitney and congratulates her on taking a page from the Arcade Fire playbook by finding an empty church where they can throw a fashion party. Rightfully so, the space looked super-cool. I love Lisa Love, and not just because her name (which sounds like a name given to someone who rents the space above Big Bird on Sesame Street) is in fact, Love, but because she seems to be the only responsible adult in the lives of these crazy, tanned (but not too tanned) rich kids bumping around in Los Angeles County. Wow, that last sentence really made me seem old-man-ish, which I suppose I am.
Back at the offices Ms. Love tells the girls they will be traveling to New York to present the party to the staff there. Both girls are excited and then go by dresses. I guess this is what girls do, though really I’d be the last to be informed on this topic. After getting inappropriately dolled-up the two jump on the red-eye and head east, land of opportunity, flower cabs and ZERO trans fats.
Then we had a brief interlude where it seemed like the Brody/Spencer situation (which I’ll henceforth refer to as “The BS Situation”) was going to come to a head — specifically the giant Cabbage-Patch-like head of Spencer. This, unfortunately, did not happen. We instead had a run in between Spence (because we’re that close) and Frankie who called him on his BS (and by extension The BS). Spencer moments later tells this to Heidi who looks like she has finally startied to realize the plotline may been beaten to death. Music swells and the scene ends. Later Spencer leaves a message on Brody’s phone saying the two need to talk. Brody won’t have any of thissssssssssssssssssssssss. Woah. I’m sorry, I drifted off for a moment there. What was I saying? Nothing important? Fair enough. Moving forward.
In New York at the Vogue offices Lauren is immediately redirected downtown to help with a Marc Jacobs shoot while Whitney was left alone to make the presentation. From our perspective things didn’t go so well. Whitney was asked a lot of questions that she wasn’t prepared to answer. Here are a few: How many Chandeliers? Not too many right? Carpet, really? Where do the flowers go? (Which was my favorite of all the questions because Whitney answered “Um, against the wall” to which the New York editor said, “Actually, I think they belong on table tops.” It was brilliant because she already knew the answer but wanted to see if Whitney knew it. It was a total falling asleep in Math Topics II junior year and getting called on by the teacher to embarass yourself in front of the class for not paying attention sort of move. So perfect.) Of course, I’m sure most the good parts, the parts where Whitney wowed them with her winning personality… er, smile(?)… were edited out to make things more dramatic. Back in L.A. Lisa Love did hear great things about the presentation and then cheerfully ribbed Whitney about how fashionable her dress was. Everyone laughed and sang and held hands and lived happily ever after.
Speaking of which, this was the twelth episode. Is next week the finale? I didn’t watch the “next time…” but if this season goes much beyond 13 episodes I might start losing my mind a little. Not that it isn’t entertaining, but c’mon, whatever drama was in place 13 weeks ago has since been reduced to — I don’t know, something really unthreatening and bland and maybe a little unnecessary – 1% milk.
November 6th, 2007 at 6:36 pm
Lauren is still technically an intern. So much like our interns, she can really do nothing and get away with it.