Who got their socks (or stockings) knocked off this week? What would I have done if I were at Parsons and SJP sauntered into the work room? I may have dirtied my knickers at all of the Steve & Barry stores across the country. Even the judges faded in the spotlight. This was a landmark of sorts in Project Runway history, a landmark which made me envious and yet relieved as I was perched contentedly on La Rive Gauche, happily observing the challenge with a glass of red wine, and yes, much empathy.