After the break, we
have get to spend time with Robyn, who tells us her lease was up and thus she is now living in the 5th-floor showroom at People's Rev. She does give us some insight into the PR setup (floor 2: showroom; 3: offices; 4: Kelly's apartment; 5: showroom + Robyn's flop-house). Downstairs at Kelly's place, our heroine is doddering around the kitchen in a caftan that looks like it was sewn together by a quilting commune upstate. Kelly's a single mom (with a nanny... named Nana), and she explains that the live-work nature of the building is so she can spend as much time as possible with Ava.
Crisis #5: The next show is for Chado Ralph Rucci, who Kelly takes great pains to mention is the only American couturier. "I know a lot of people like to use the word, like Juicy Couture, or 'Oh, I have a couture dress,' well you really DON'T." Heeee hee. So, yes, couturiers are accredited or licensed or whatever. So now we all know for the test, right? Juicy Couture is NOT real couture. Anyway, Ralph Rucci's status makes this show HUGE.
The drama for this show seems to surround the seating chart. Andre Leon Talley, Martha Stewart, Harper's Bazaar, oh my. Kelly motormouths the strategy of it all, sitting the celebs away from the gossip columnists and such. So THE LIST is shaping up to be very important. The list gets delegated from Skinner to Stephanie Vorhees, who promptly fucks it up in some undefined way. Kelly, because she's amazing, turns it into a teaching moment for Skinner, who needs to learn how to delegate in a way where shit gets done and not just pushed off her plate. Robyn, because she is awful, turns it into a chance to huff and puff and make empty threats. Anyway, the list gets delegated to Andrew, who is maybe freaking.
The commercial-buster shows Kelly getting her eyebrows done and a pedicure all in her office while she works. Obviously, I love Kelly's anti-glam aesthetic, but I don't need close-ups of toenails, come on.
After the break, Robyn's harping on the RSVP issue, which got transferred from Stephanie to Andrew. Meanwhile, Skinner totally loves Andrew and covers for him and helps him fix whatever fuckup he caused. You know, much as I thought Kelly's entire office was going to be useless and loathsome, the small pocket of people I like on this show actually like each other. It's like if Rachel Zoe had about three more Brads.