Aminat is creative director for Natalie, and says that even though she effing hates Natalie and went so far as to spell out the word "stupid" to insult her, she's going to put all that behind her in the name of professionalism. As Aminat flits about backstage, Jay tells us that she is not using her time well and wasted a precious 15 minutes. He walks backstage and tells her that Natalie, whose hair is still being done, needs to be on set in four minutes. She still has to change into her South Pole wardrobe, too. Aminat tells the hair people to stop, and Jay calls out that there are only two minutes left as we head to commercials.
When we return, Aminat has managed to get Natalie to set, but yells out, "It is so not my fault," as they enter. Blaming the hair crew: professionalism in action! Jay calls bullshit, and says that it's all due to Aminat wandering about in wardrobe for fifteen minutes while Natalie sat around. It's her job to manage the time, he says. Aminat interviews that she did run a lot of time in wardrobe, but the hair took way too long. Maybe she should have chosen a different hairstyle, then. On set Aminat asks Natalie to put a hand over her head, and her shot actually comes out looking pretty good, if a little busted of hair.
Teyona is creative director for model Celia, and asks the Glam Squad if Celia's hair will afro-out. They assure her it can, but sadly this never comes to pass. Teyona interviews that the look she's giving Celia is "hood diva," like she's coming out of her project house on a nice sunny morning. If Celia can pull off 227 it will be a true triumph of the will. In fact, Teyona has done a great job on the styling, and Jay says he loves it. He asks Masha if Celia actually styled herself, but Masha confirms that Teyona directed the whole thing. Jay is interested in which photo Teyona chooses, then cringes in such a manner that we're left to assume she picks the worst one. Well, she apparently wants Celia to be eliminated and has taken her lessons from Mama Tyra to heart.
London is creative director for Allison and notes that she has a challenge ahead since Allison doesn't exactly scream "urban street." Instead she screams, "I am an anime baby deer who accidentally found my way onto the street. Help!" London puts her in a Bjorn Borg headband and some hideous American Apparel bodysuit-looking shit along with fingerless gloves. This, for your edification, is "rocker chic." Jay sounds surprised that he actually likes the makeup. The headband, however, is whack. Jay interviews that London is styling Allison to look exactly as she looked before they cut her hair. We see a side by side comparison, and the man is speaking the truth. Ann says in her half-whisper, "It's my least favorite style of the day." How can she have possibly gotten weirder? Allison's final photo is somewhat enjoyable if crazy looking.