The photo shoot for the week is kicked off by Jay running on a giant treadmill then busting through a big wall of cardboard boxes. Anya thinks he looks like a silver robot, because on her planet everyone is orange-blind. Turns out the whole shoot is inspired by a whack-ass theater troupe called Fuerza Bruta, and the girls will have to flop around -- with no hair and makeup -- in some big, suspended plastic thingy filled with water. Claire does a face plant into the plastic thingy, and has to take a minute to assess whether she has actually done some damage to her head and neck. Katarzyna gets a haircut and cries, but then gets over it. And generally everyone is all squishy and wet.
The judges are infused with the spirit of Simon Cowell this week, as Paulina references Katarzyna's weird Easter European tackiness and Miss J. calls her "Neutrogena," and Nigel says it looks like Dominique styled her hair with semen. Fatima excels and Whitney looks like a sonogram -- a fierce sonogram. It's Lauren's weakest shoot to date, and she winds up in the bottom two with Claire, who is becoming one-note and, it must be said, kind of annoying. In the end, Lurch wins out and Claire heads back to her family with only some powdered milk and a broken neck for her troubles. Toodles.