The final six get a hot minute to celebrate Kyle's departure before they are thrown into the world of fashion prizes and runway shows! At the Beverly Hills Hotel, the models meet up with Kelly Cutrone and learn that they will be walking in a show for the Dorchester Collection Fashion Prize. Though all of the girls will walk for the four competing designers, selected individuals will be chosen to open the shows. All of this is a big deal because there are some estimable judges for the Prize, including Georgina Chapman and Karen Craig of Marchesa and Francisco Costa of Calvin Klein. The model who opens the show for the winning designer will be the challenge winner.
The models walk in a casting for the four designers in contention, and Catherine manages to stumble. That's bad, even though she swears she won't do it on an ACTUAL runway. Eboni gives a particularly bad performance, which Cutrone likens to a robot on Oxycontin. In general, Cutrone is frustrated because there's not a "slayer" in the bunch. I have to agree with her there -- at least Catherine's stumble showed some personality! When Cutrone gives her critique to the girls, Seymone gets in one of her moods and pouts endlessly. Everyone is basically sick of her being such a baby, and would like her to stick a loaf of haggis in it.
The girls learn who has been booked to open the various shows. Alisha is chosen to open for Anndra Neen, Annalise will open for Julian Louie, and Sophie gets two openings -- for Siki Im and Giulietta. The others walk, I presume, somewhere far back in the show where they can't ruin anything. The famous judges show up backstage for a brief Q&A, and Georgina Chapman looks flawless per usual. Though the walks in the show seem for the most part to be pretty dull, there are no major gaffes. I guess the Dorchester Collection Fashion Prize did not go for the idea of a giant swinging pendulum. Anndra Neen wins the Dorchester Prize, and Alisha by association wins the challenge.
Next, the ladies have a pretty fantastic fashion shoot where they wear very elaborate (and also, by all accounts, quite heavy) Hello Kitty couture designed especially for the shoot. Their photographer, Ann He, is only sixteen years old and was a finalist in some sort of Seventeen contest. She is extremely lovely and professional, and makes Seymone look like even more of a baby when she complains about her giant wig. Though it really does seem like something that would hurt a bitch, Jay basically tells her that nothing in fashion is ever comfortable, so she needs to get over it. Eboni picks the absolute wrong time to again take issue with her whole 30-Never persona. Hint: when you are literally wearing toys, make an attempt to look young and fun! Seymone and Eboni land in the bottom two, and Eboni squeaks by while Seymone is sent home to wallow in a bathtub full of haggis. Meanwhile, it continues to be a very good week for Alisha, who deservedly gets best photo, and the Brits in general, who are now up four to two over the Americans! Dare we dream of an all-British final?
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Previously: Kyle got a long-awaited boot, which may finally squash her well-known compulsion to smile for miles. Seriously, will those three seconds of song not haunt your dreams forever? Throughout the day they will randomly pop into my head, leaving me to pull at my own hair and scream, "Nooooooooo!" into the ether. When people ask what's wrong, I can merely mumble, "Stop...drop...tooch," and weep. If my co-workers take me away in a straightjacket, please use this as evidence.
Anyway! The girls return home from panel to find a giant box of presents for the Brits. This is all in honor of Sophie's best-of-week photo, in which she tells us she's giving both side-tooch and smize, along with a helping of fierceness. This is just the confidence boost that Sophie needed, and she's pleased that the judges have finally taken notice of her. It's funny that she'd characterize it that way, because I think she's been a bit of a front-runner from the outset. As the Brits celebrate and revel in whatever crap they've gotten, Seymone pouts. She doesn't think the Brits are staging a comeback, but have rather gotten a "little moment to shine." This one has haggis in her soul, doesn't she?
Later, there is much celebration about the fact that Kyle is gone. Though several of the girls seem pleased, Laura is the most vocal and tells us that the fat (bony fat, such as it is) has been trimmed and the competition is on. Elsewhere, Sophie puts hot sauce on a piece of celery (gross or genius? I can't decide!) as Alisha complains about the judges calling her a commercial model. In London, apparently, Alisha is considered editorial, so this is all very confusing to her. Poor Alisha went from the top to the bottom two, and says that it's just the wake-up call she needed. From now on, she pledges to be a beast and win the damn thing. I figure it's going to be her or Sophie, given the rapidly thinning and not always impressive American herd.
After credits, we see Alisha looking at Sophie's digitally displayed best-of-week photo, and telling Eboni that the eye makeup makes the whole thing. Oooh, do I detect a little bit of trouble brewing amongst the Brits? Alisha goes on to tell us that Sophie's agencies in London are the best, and it's greedy of her to even try for the Top Model prizes, which include two agency contracts. Both of Alisha's parents have been working three jobs, in part to support her, and she wants to be successful and be able to provide both for herself and for them. I do wish that Tyra would, like, hire the whole family at a fair wage. They seem like lovely people.
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