Previously: Colin, our 21-year old virgin, almost got sent home because of his lack of modeling experience. More importantly, he was almost sent home for his inability to imitate what actual modeling experience would have provided. He's in college, too. Salome won the photo challenge. Jordan won the runway competition and immunity. Beefy and boring Ken was sent home.

The models are waking at 8am. The models apparently went to bed before finding out who won and lost the runway competition, so they discuss that Ken was sent home and Jordan won immunity. Someone congratulates Jordan. She interviews that she knows "a lot of people were surprised" that she won. No one seems that surprised. Amanda says that she thought Sandhurst was going to win, and maybe she's being passive-aggressive, but that's not a lot of people. It's weird to have a chip on your shoulder about WINNING.

Later, Colin is nervously practicing his walk, and Branden is overseeing. Seriously, he's a med student. Can't walk. All I can say is, if Dr. Freaking Oz can't convince you to get a second opinion, this should. And, if this doesn't convince you? You'll wish you'd listened to me when you wake up with one leg after a simple tonsillectomy. Colin says that he'll just have to "prepare" more, because he doesn't want to be in the bottom again. He says to Branden that "this is hard." Second opinion.

Shirtless and sleepy-eyed Jonathan walks to a computer and sees a prompt that tells them where to go for the next photo challenge. That's kind of a clunky device-- it looks like a PDF or something open on the monitor, so it's not some sort of IM that popped up on his screen. His "discovery" of the invitation doesn't make sense. Granted, it's only on second viewing that I get that. The first was about his abs. Jesus. Amanda, who is apparently a "Hypnosis Assistant" in Oregon, says that she's excited and scared for the photo challenge. Since the first challenge was dangling nearly naked in a Plexiglas box, she wonders what the next challenge could be. Fingers crossed that it's more nudity.

On the way to the shoot location, they come upon a trail of candy. They arrive at Ghost Studios to find Tyson and Dixie Carter circa 1977. Wait, that's some other lady with a wide-brimmed hat. Sorry for the false Carter alarm there. Shit, that's Nicole. I thought it was just some crazy stylist or something hanging out in a hat. She doesn't say a word. Tyson says that, as a supermodel, you are sometimes asked to transform yourself physically and mentally. Sounds rigorous. They will have to do that today. He introduces Suza Scalora, a photographer whose work has appeared in Elle and GQ. Her stuff does look pretty familiar. It's really graphic work with stuff glued to the models. It might be familiar because a lot of photographers do this sort of thing right now.