Heatherette back on the map?

Last night's episode of Bravo's Project Runway featured guest judges Richie Rich and Traver Rains -- better known as flamboyant-design duo, Heatherette. A couple of weeks ago the pair also showed up to lend their designs for a catwalk challenge on Bravo's Make Me a Supermodel. Honestly, I had almost forgotten they existed, which is kind of weird considering my withstanding love/hate relationship with the fashion house.

In 1999, tongues started wagging in the fashion world about Heatherette's in-your-face-Barbie-fantasy-world-meets-Lisa Frank's-wet-dream clothing line, and I fell in love.

I also fell hard for the designers: there was Richie Rich who looks like Amanda Lepore as a drag-king and Traver Rains who totally milks the whole "Save a horse, ride a cowboy" schtick. I just love when designers look fun themselves (think Galliano, Jeremy Scott, etc.)!

Anyway, I wanted to own anything, ANYTHING that Heatherette put their crazy stamp on. But, while I'm still drawn to most anything pink, I got Heatherette out of my system around the same time I washed my temporary pink hair-dye out. And it all seemed to come to a screeching halt when I saw a Heatherette shirt emblazoned with a unicorn at a Burlington Coat Factory in. upstate. New. York.

And it seemed like their star was fading around the same time, too. Still, while I'm not a Heatherette fan-girl anymore, I'm glad that they're still around, having fun, retaining that magic that made them special in the first place. Check out Kim Kardashian, Jenna Jameson and, but of course, Amanda Lepore walking their spring 2008 Ready to Wear show. Guess they still have enough juice to pull in the celebrity cameos!


While that's all fine and dandy, I was most excited to learn that Heatherette is collaborating with M.A.C. for a limited-edition collection out March 27! (Check the promo picture on the left. So much pink, yum!) Maybe I didn't get Heatherette entirely out of my system? Thank you, Bravo.

P.S. I can't lie, when I saw Richie Rich on 34th street one summer day, I totally squealed. But like a true New Yorker, I acted aloof.