Hannah is next, and in a drunken interview says that she wants to prove wrong the people who said she was unmemorable. She gets off to a good start with the camel by giving him a cheek scratch. She manages to ride him like a bucking bronco, which Jay and Michael both enjoy. Jay loves the tension in her body, and Michael says that she gave him the feeling that he wanted at the beginning of the shoot, which is that she and the camel are alone in the desert. The shot was full of atmosphere and he adds, "Bravo, girl." Hannah thinks that she got a good photo, and that in terms of her personality she started doing something that was missing before. What that is, I have no idea, but it may involve bull-riding skills.
Back at home, the girls get their first Moroccan Tyra Mail of Doom. Kasia tells us that this is the first time that she's nervous about being in the bottom two. She's hoping for a great shot. Brittani tells us that she's sad to see everybody go, but someone has to be on top. Alexandria tells the others that she guesses she made the photographer lose his temper, because her shoot wasn't working. Brittani tells us that if Alexandria is saying that she didn't do too great, it must mean that she sucked royally, given her penchant for always thinking that her turds are made of sapphires. Alexandria tells us that she's nervous and disappointed in herself, and doesn't want to be the first to go home.
Backstage pre-panel, Tyra announces that she smells like a camel. Hot? She was on the same flight with guest judge Franca Sozzani, who apparently has a beautiful way of two-finger typing. Fascinating, right? The girls appear in their lovely judging room, and Tyra tells them that Morocco was one of her favorite locations when she was actively modeling. There are prizes, there are judges. Guest judge Franca Sozzani is, of course, editor-in-chief of Vogue Italia.
Brittani is up first, and says that she loved shooting with the camel. Nigel loves the androgyny of her standing-on-camel photograph, and adds that the whole thing has a very Lawrence of Arabia feel to it. Franca says that Brittani is not natural enough. She's beautiful, but she's very concerned about what's happening around her. ALT says that it's a narrative out of 1960's Vogue, and that she looks like she's on a caravan and has suddenly seen the mirage of an oasis. He thinks it's very dramatic, and very high fashion. Tyra also loves the photo and says that it could be an ad campaign. She thinks that Brittani is taking a chance and a risk, and just has to make sure that she doesn't actually hurt herself. I guess the moral of this critique is: Franca Sozzani is wrong. But Franca Sozzani at her most wrong could never come close to the continuous wrongness that was Ann Shoket. Can you hear Franca Sozzani greeting the room with a slithery, "Heyyyy laaaaadiiiiiieeeees?" Methinks not.