His name is Nick Verreos, he's thirty-eight, and, as stated before, he's a fashion schoolteacher in L.A. He reiterates in his interview that he probably should have gone to New York rather than L.A., and hopes that this show will be his chance.
Next, we see guy with a red jacket with a print of a crown on it. He's wearing a t-shirt beneath the jacket with the words "Young Balls" on it. He explains that, being from a Mexican and Roman Catholic family, his father does not think being a fashion designer is a respectable career. "He thinks that this is really 'gay' and stuff like that, so I'm like, 'I am gay.'" My advice for this guy would be to not be so guarded. Come on, man, let it all hang out. ["Am I the only one who can't stop calling Raymundo 'Marco,' because of Degrassi? …Just me? Okay, no big." -- Sars] I'm thinking he belongs in the "insane" category until he shows his design, which is pretty cool. It's a pantsuit. The jacket is shrunken with matching linen pants that are wide-legged. There's red piping along the jacket that is pretty interesting. He's a semifinalist.
His name is Raymundo Baltazar-Flores and he is a twenty-four-year-old recent fashion school graduate. He explains that he just showed his first collection. We see a couple of looks and they are young, pretty, and funky. The name of the line is "Young Balls" because he thinks it takes balls to enter the fashion industry. Right on. That's another thing I like about Project Runway. Even the most delusional contestant doesn't pull that "God told me I'm gonna make it and I'm the best and I'm gonna make it and nobody's gonna stop me" bullshit that is so popular on talent-based reality shows. You know, sometimes, you can be really great and you're still not going to make it. Sometimes, you can be really great and batshit crazy and willing to do whatever degrading thing you think will help you be a success and you're STILL not going to make it. It's part luck. I like the dash of reality in my reality television that Project Runway provides.
The next designer we see is this giant guy with a sort of Unabomber look. Nappy beard. Sort of looks like he's wearing survival gear. Lion t-shirt bought at the local fair. Tiny hat. Accompanying this look is one of the deepest voices I've ever heard. Sexy or frightening, I haven't decided. He presents to the panel a corset of knit jersey. It's black with white writing and piping. He tells them that his ambition is to be the next America couturier. Tim remarks that the entire panel is tired of corsets, but his is good. He's a semifinalist. He is nonplussed by his acceptance.