Tim, getting more and more flustered, asks Kevin why there are no pods. He says that they thought they were "tacky." I'll bet that's what they rehearsed last night, and that Wendy has already fucked it up. Tim reminds him that it was the only thing that connected the designs, which Kevin disputes. The consistent color palette is his defense. Kevin interviews that abandoning the pods might be his downfall. His desire is that no one will ask about the pods. Tim says that each of the designs alone is lovely, but put them together and his "brain is bleeding." Wow, Tim does not like the future. As well, the silver fox points out that Kevin's design looks most different from those of the rest of the group. Kara Saun interviews that one of the group's bullet points was "deconstruction," which requires a tattered look (per Kara Saun). Kevin's design is as clean as a whistle. Maybe he has created a deconstructed hobo's outfit.
Jay is in a foul mood. He's still bitching on his cigarette break that his design looks like a "Holly Hobby" crafts project. Inside, he gets upset about the time and materials they had to use. Then, he pieces together this lovely sentence: "This project sucks my asshole inside out."
The models arrive and get their L'Oreal treatment. Austin thinks Wendy's design is the worst. I'm really loving this grudge he has against her. She doesn't think much of hers either, but thinks that Robert and Kevin are more vulnerable than she. We see Robert dressing Olga and explaining what everything on his design "does." Like he's goddamn Carl Sagan or something. Wendy interviews, "I just don't think Robert has the intellectual heft to contribute to some of the concepts we've been throwing around." This from a woman with all of the sophistication of a very special episode of The fucking Hogan Family. Not that I didn't watch every single episode. What? Sandy Duncan was Peter Pan! I'm only made of flesh and bone, people.
Heidi welcomes the designers back to the runway, and reminds them how many people have been eliminated. She's not done yet: she ALSO reminds them how many people remain. It's a surprise a minute with Mrs. Klum Seal. Then, she cryptically adds that "this competition is just as ruthless as the fashion business itself." I may have added some of the is's, as's, and the's. Sometimes, I just can't tell. Austin is wrapped in some sort of cloud-like fabric -- or "swathing," as he might say. Our judges are Michael Kors, Anne Slowey (who's looking a lot like Sandy Dennis), and Betsey Johnson -- who I've alternately thought has either rocked or, eh. She's smiling a little maniacally as she's introduced as "fashion legend."