Daniel says that his dress is not what he envisioned...it's better. Then, we see him doing some stupid dance while fitting his trash bag adorned model. "It is a stupid dance. That can't be helped." No, he doesn't say that. Jay nails Daniel's ass to the wall in a side interview: "He's nice, he has an endearing story, but goddammit he annoys the shit out of me. He keeps playing to the cameras and kissing ass! He should be kissing our asses."
On the runway, Heidi leads the proceedings. She really does sound less European, more Dennis the Menace. This show is the Land of Cartoon Accents. She tells us that eleven of them will be "in," one of them will be..."yowt"? "Oat"? Oh, "out." We meet the designers. Michael Kors, fashion designer. Nina Garcia, fashion director at Elle. The guest judge is Patricia Field. Holla! Fucking love her. I bet she and Michael Kors hate each other. With a flurry of techno music, the show begins.
First is Vanessa's gown. She has taken Tim's advice and shortened it. It looks good. The bodice is made of a fishnet-looking fabric, with strips of garbage bags covering the necessary parts. The skirt of garbage-bag strips is now so high, it's practically an empire waist. Looks pretty good. It appears as though Vanessa, who is sitting along the runway, has taken the remainder of the fishnet cloth (a laundry bag, I believe) and fashioned a small veil for herself.