With Mila in, and Jay out, the three designers ready for Fashion Week. Papa Gunn lends them some advice, though it's the day before Bryant Park, so good luck making any changes at this point, right? Things are as icy as ever between him and Emilio, and that's whose collection he still seems the least impressed with. We get the usual clips of the other designers sizing up each other's collections in the workroom. And they all basically think theirs is the best. Not that they're biased or anything. They choose their models, then do hair and makeup tryouts, then go to bed. It's basically a big-ol' product-placement show: Westin! Garnier! L'Oreal! Next morning, they wake up all nervous and jittery and head to Bryant Park.

Once there, Mila loses three models (I like to think they didn't show up out of protest of Mila's personality and style), and Emilio loses one. Seth Aaron, always nice, somehow doesn't lose any. Coincidence? I think not. Once they're all settled in, and we get an introduction from Heidi and a quick look at our judges: Michael Kors, Nina Garcia, Faith Hill (?), the fashion show begins. Seth Aaron's first, and he introduces his collection as inspired by 1940s German and Russian military. It's a pretty interesting collection of coats and dresses and pants, with a very definite color scheme and style, each piece tying neatly into the one before it. It's pretty Seth Aaron, but without all the hardcore black, leather, and zippers. So, a toned-down Seth Aaron, with all the craft as always. Then comes out the final outfit, which is hideous and butt-huggingly awful. Ugh. Faith Hill noticeably winces.

Next up is Mila, who was inspired by shadows. And it's clear, too, because everything, everything, everything is black and white. It's still a lot of geometric shapes and different textiles and patterns cut together interestingly. Just like always. And, honestly? I didn't hate it when I saw it but it's hard for me to even recall much of it now. That's how memorable it (and everything about Mila) will be. Finally, Emilio, who says his collection is called "Color Me Bad," inspired by the '90s pop group. Er, I mean, his mom and her sisters. He adds a "La Quiero Mucho" to his mother in the audience, and my cold heart softens toward him a bit. His collection is a lot of colored coats. It's like watching a rainbow. Of coats. Then the final piece is this beautiful shiny brown gown that is stunning and wonderful and very Emilio. But totally out of place in this non-Emilio parade of colorful coats. We get shots of all the auf'ed designers, but they don't show us any of the fake fashion collections. Which is nice, actually, because ... who cares? (Though I am sort of curious if they all did introductions to their fake fashions, or not.)

Brief commentary from various audience fashion "experts," including fashion magazinistas, designers and ... Raven-Symone. Then the judges talk to the designers, telling them they all did good, blah, blah, blah. They hated Seth Aaron's purple outfit, thought Emilio's collection didn't fit well together, and thought Mila did much better. But the "much better" compliment is never the one that goes to the winner, so after intense deliberations, she's the first one out. Then, Heidi says, "Seth Aaron..." and pauses for an entire eternity. "...Congratulations. You are the winner." He jumps up and down and cries. Emilio very obviously and annoyingly sulks, but is composed in his interview later, and quotes Anthony Williams, "the wisest person on Project Runway," winning me over a little bit more. Seth Aaron's family comes out, and it's weird because ... another straight man just won Project Runway. Two out of seven seasons is more than a stereotyper like me would think. Dude, don't they already have everything? And fashion too? So not fair. -- DeAnn Welker