Next up is Nora Calguri, a twenty-one-year-old Pratt graduate from Cheshire, Connecticut. Now she looks like Todd Oldham. Cute as a button. She won "best collection" two years in a row at Pratt. The photos of her work are super-modern. Like her, her designs are sort of androgynous, with shrouds and pod-like garments. I'll bet she is very influenced by Japanese culture. That's just a guess, though. Some of it reminds me of the Prada Sport stuff from like four years ago. Or, Yohji Yamamoto. Anyway, it's pretty awesome that she won that award twice.
The foppish guy from the auditions gets out of a taxi. His name is Austin Scarlett, he's twenty-three, and he is from New York. ["Let me just say for the record: I LOVE AUSTIN." -- Wing Chun] Austin's dressed sort of like a cross between Quentin Crisp and Julie Andrews. He's a walking billboard for MAC cosmetics, too: he is fully slathered in makeup. To each his own, but...damn, that's a lot of makeup. Austin announces via voice-over that he has always loved fashion. Photos of his previous creations appear. They are remarkable. He clearly loves romance and glamour. The gowns have a kind of French burlesque look to them -- lots of frill and corseting. They're pretty hot. Austin tells us he tried to be normal in high school. Poor guy. Next to Austin Scarlett, I'm an All-State tennis player, first seed. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
We see Austin meeting Nora and a really tanned guy named Robert, and then there is uncomfortableness as they stand around waiting for someone to tell them where to go.
Everyone is arriving in taxis.
A large guy is getting his stuff out of a car. We hear via voice-over that he "worked in" porn, a website. It's Jay McCarroll, twenty-nine, from Dallas, Pennsylvania. He explains that the work paid well, but that, when he looked around his life, everything was bought with "dirty money." At this point, I'm overcome with an assortment of disturbing images. Must...have...oxygen. Some of Jay's designs are shown. They are great -- form-fitting with really sexy, textural touches. Seriously, they're fucking good. Jay tells how his porn boss inspired him to quit. Sure, it was inspiration by way of ridicule, but it worked. He mentions how the other "mutherbleepers" who arrived with him let him unload their luggage from the car. Jay is gonna be fun. ["Austin is #1 in my heart, like I said, but Jay is a very close #2." -- Wing Chun]