We love Tim Gunn. And who doesn’t? He’s a natty dresser, uses fifty-dollar words, and is the only thing preventing us from boycotting the next season of Project Runway after they let fucking Jeffrey win last year. Ahem.
Gunn just left his post at the Parsons School of Design to become the new Creative Director at Liz Claiborne, thus breaking the hearts of aspiring fashion students everywhere. Along with his new job, Gunn landed some new digs in Chelsea. This article, however, lauds Gunn for moving–gasp!–without the help of an assistant.
Gunn doesn’t seem to consider organizing a move by himself to be particularly revolutionary, and neither do we. It is possible to survive in the world, even if you’re famous, without an assistant. We’re sure people like Leonardo DiCaprio won’t run out for a Big Mac and therefore must send an assistant lest they be hounded by the paparazzi, but it’s nice to see a celebrity who doesn’t think it’s beneath him to do ordinary tasks.
That said, it’s kind of unfortunate, because Tim Gunn is possibly the only celebrity we’d actually want to be assistants for. Can you imagine if your project for the day was to prepare the house for a party attended by Austin Scarlett? Or make Red Lobster reservations for Tim and Andrae’s lunch date? Sigh. It figures that the only people worth assisting are the ones who don’t need assistants.
Acutally, re. your comments about Leo D. having an assistant run out to get food for him, in my local Syracuse paper, there was an article about Leo being at Johnny Rocket’s (chain restaurant in mall) and eating at the counter and the waitress who served him (no one else recognized him; he was there visiting his girlfriend who’s shooting a movie there apparently). So not all big celebrities always have go-fers doing stuff for them.
Tim Gunn would probably tell me that I need a new wardrobe.