Heidi tells the group that the next challenge will revolve around what's in the packages, which I'm sure they never would have guessed without her. She also tells them, Grinch-like, that they can't open their packages until the next morning. I also must mention that the way Heidi's dress is gathering is just not flattering. I can't tell if the ruching is intentional or situational, but either way, I'm not feeling it. Wendy, as usual, looks both smug and a little ill. Heidi goes on to say that they'll need to be up and ready by 6:30 the next morning, and we get a happy look from Austin, who's working an absolutely perfect version of his soft-serve hair today. The gentle swirls, the perfect balance...it makes me want to encase his head in a chocolate shell and serve it with a mint leaf and one of those cookies shaped like a cone.
Heidi's ugly dress provides an interesting segue to "let's bring out the models." As the models emerge in plain black slips -- because it is important to emphasize their status as interchangeable clothes-hangers rather than human beings with blood and spleens -- Heidi reminds everyone that the models are also competing, and that there are six models left for only five designers. The designers will each choose a model, and the one who isn't chosen will be out. For winning the collection challenge last week, Kara gets to choose a model first. She takes Jenny. Jay is up next, and he happily proclaims that he will "stick with [his] Julia." Robert takes Olga, causing Heidi to note that the designers and models seem to be attaching themselves to each other with some stubbornness. Wendy picks itty-bitty Melissa. The fact that she's barely old enough to drive doesn't mean she doesn't make a perfectly good aspirational ideal for your average professional career woman in need of wardrobe. Puberty is for people who didn't try hard enough to stay in shape, you know.
Austin is left with the task of choosing between Erin and Martinique. Whoever is not selected will be heading home in disgrace. But fortunately, it's only reality-show disgrace, not the real kind. Austin comments that he's worked with each of them once, but in this case, he's going with Martinique. Heidi gives Erin the cheek-kiss-off. Goodbye, Erin. Or, as they say in Madrid, "auf wiedersehen." Seriously, girl, nobody knew you, so it's not like anyone will think less of you. And give Julia Ormond her face back. Erin's four seconds of fame are occupied by her interview statement that she had a good time and that the girls were "fun to be with." You know, it's those riveting behind-the-scenes insights that just make you feel like you are there.