It's hair and make-up time. Michael has the nerve to say to hot make-up daddy that he's looking for "Sarah Jessica Parker circa 1999 meets 2002 but futuristic." And, sweet hot make-up dude does not counter with, "Exactly what do you mean? Because I'm not sure you actually know what you mean. I think you're just talking right now and thinking that maybe what you just said makes you sound like you have some sort of knowledge and I'm here -- as the hottest man that has ever put make-up on a bitch -- I'm here to tell you that you just said one of the lamest things I've ever heard. Now get the eff out of here before I pull some Brazilian jujitsu out and school your ass." It's time to go the runway!

On the runway, Angela introduces Georgina, Isaac and Sean Avery. Yes! He's a hockey star and former Vogue intern. I've waited on him a couple of times and he's a total stud. Right now, he's wearing glasses that I'm pretty sure don't magnify anything. The first look is Michael's. It's a one-piece strapless number with hot pants. I think it's pretty sexy. Totes unrealistic. I mean, no one could really wear this, but I could almost see it happening enough that I like it. Mila says aloud that his girl is very elegant.

Austin's look is next and it's very cute. It's sort of a structured version of his muse's look. She's wearing a little military-style jacket in a Chanel cut. The skirt is short and flared, with panels of leather and black and white stripes. It's really sexy and fun. Maybe a touch over-styled. Austin is thrilled with it.

Here comes Kara's look. It's some high-waisted super-fitted slacks with what is essentially a tube top with one strap. But, it's not stretchy. It's cute. Kara hopes that the judges notice clean lines and effortlessness.

Mila made a look that is very Mila -- how lucky that her muse inspired her to be more herself. It's a striped white and gray top, cotton but cut on some sort of bias. I think it's cotton. It's topped by a black vest with leather lapels. The real accomplishment are the black and gray slacks that fit like a glove. Mila says that she did what she set out to do, which was present a girl who was cool and wearing something that she put together herself in a cool way.

Oh God- here's Jerell's look. What THE FUCK? I, um, wow. So, along with that crazy stuff up top, there's a low-rider skirt of the most disgusting tie-dyed fabric and some sort of waistband that has some interest to it, but it's too late for that. There's also like eight miles of skin between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the bikini top. It's like she is being prepped for surgery. And, Jerell? Is. Psyched. And psycho apparently. There's nowhere to go from here.