The designers are going to be choosing their models this time. Keith chooses first because he won last week's challenge. He stays with Nazri, who has a bit of the snaggletooth working when she smiles after he chooses her. Then Heidi starts drawing buttons. A lot of the designers choose new models and, in the end, Katie's model from last week, Candace, is sent home. I don't blame them. She looked a little busted.
After Candace is banished, Heidi tells the designers that their challenge this week will be to design a dress for "an icon of American beauty." All of the designers smile, except for Vincent, who is staring off into the distance. It's scary in there.
The icon is Miss USA, Tara Conner. She is so pretty, I'm giggling. She's a religious woman who lives by the adage, "The higher the hair, the closer to God." I love her. The designers seem really pleased. Angela wants to prove that she's the most pleased by repeatedly screaming, "Oh my God!" Our Kayne of Many Colors looks like he has the vapors. For good reason, too -- this challenge could MAKE him.
Tara tells them that their challenge is to design a gown for her to wear in the Miss Universe pageant. That's some good ol' NBC synergy at work. Everyone seems excited about the challenge. Kayne of Many Colors confirms for us that he's thrilled, while Keith points out that the Miss Universe pageant is seen all over the world. I think you mean "the universe," Keith.
In the workroom, Tara has changed into shorts, a fitted t-shirt, and a short-sleeved blazer. Seriously, she's so cute. I can't stand it. Her eyebrows are perfect. Tim asks her to explain what she's looking for in a gown. She says that she's an alcoholic. Wait, she says she's the second shortest girl in the competition. Whatever. Same shame, different disease. She wants a gown that will elongate her and is in earth tones (no white!!). Nothing too booby-centric.
Tim then informs the designers that they will be working in teams of two. The news is punctuated by production with a techno bass drum gong. We see flashes of the designers looking very solemn. No one really looks like they're freaking out, but I think production wants us to believe that. I'm game. Oh my God! Someone just crapped himself. Mayhem!! Poop everywhere! "Teams"? What fucking madman thought of that? Angela tells us that she has never made a gown before. She hopes that she is on a team with someone with "excellent construction skills." Or someone with "a clue." Or someone with "clean underwear... I just messed mine. Teams?"
The designers will have thirty minutes to sketch, after which they will pitch their ideas to Tara. She will choose seven designers to go further, and those designers will choose teammates. As they begin sketching, Jeffrey tells us he's worried about the challenge because he thinks of JonBenet Ramsey when he thinks of pageants. Huh? Just make a dress, dude. We know you're punk rock.