The Glam Slam

Rachel Zoe has officially finished it's season (*tear*), so in search of a new style fix, I decided to try out Oxygen Network's new series, House of Glam. It follows the team of the B. Lynn Group, a New York-based image agency employing various stylists, hair stylists, and makeup artists to the young and the glitzy. Sounds promising, right? Like Rachel Zoe times five.

Boy, was I mistaken.


Crystal, far left

Within the first 30 minutes, a demanding stylist named Crystal managed to comepletely undermine the mild-mannered head of the company, Brandi, and get into a screaming fight with client The-Dream over his treatment of her 'vision' for HIS music video. Can you say unprofessional? The crass, angry woman gets a pass from the boss because they've known each other 'forever,' and makes Taylor look like a Sunday school teacher. Seriously. At least Tay pretended to like Brad in the beginning; when faced with a new hire at a dinner, Crystal treated the girl like joining the agency was a matter of national security and pelted her with questions like, 'Can you do extensions? Can you do Black girl hair?'

The rest of the show revolved around various employees with names like Groovey and Amoy (again, seriously), and their misadventures with clients like Teyana Taylor, whose manager halted a shoot because it was too risque. It took three people two hours to come up with the idea to tell him he can always not use pictures he didn't like. Amoy, the hairstylist on staff, had a major meltdown because her team was unable to create messy sidebraids specifically to her liking. Right.



This team lacks any sense of direction or professional courtesy, and, I have to say, I'm a little upset that with the lack of minorities represented in fashion today, this is the best Oxygen could come up with. I know this is a network that thrives off of drama, but these people alternate between lamenting over how they can't do what they want at jobs and name dropping celebrity clients.

I barely saw any work get done between meetings where employees showed up late and impromptu dinners with Brandi to discuss what they didn't want to do. Way to encourage the stereotype that Black folks are late, lazy, need attitude adjustments, and basically have no place in this industry. If I could issue this a grade, it'd be an F. F minus.