In an interview, Carol Hannah says her designs are like, woodland fairy-meets-cocktail party. I like the sound of that, but do not like the sound of her next statement in which she declares that she realizes that being blonde and from the South are things not often associated with intelligence. You pain me, Carol Hannah, especially when you lose your train of thought in mid-sentence. Also, brush your hair, sit up straight and get ready to kick ass because Gordana, who understands how lucky she is to live in Charleston vs. sleeping on a raft of frozen potatoes each night, is prepared to represent for S.C.

Meanwhile, Epperson is blowing the minds of the boys in his room merely by demonstrating his levelheaded maturity and normalcy. While the other guys are all in their 20s, he is 46 and a family man. He's so refreshingly serene and pleasant, in fact, we pretty much never see him again.

Everyone is excited to receive an invitation to join Heidi and Tim on the roof of the building for a welcome toast. Heidi, of course, is completely and utterly gorgeous and Tim Gunn is, well, what remains to be said? He is pure greatness. The designers are told they will be working out of the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, "the leading fashion institute... of this city." Ouch. No need to dwell on what is obviously a veiled bodyslam to L.A.'s fashion claims, because Heidi is clapping her hands and insisting on learning more about her hopeful charges. Louise amusingly says that she is from "Tixis" and Heidi must be from Charleston or something, because she cracks wise that Louise's hair isn't very big, at all. Such hilarity. I lived in Dallas for several years, and Louise is in fact rocking the East Dallas look to perfection. Shine on, girl. She seems to have bonded here at this roof party with Malvin, who is also severely working his own personal aesthetic: Vietnamese androgyny. Heidi admires his hair, a half-faux-semi-hawk that features what appears to be a string of beads. We're left to wonder if she also admires the hair of Althea, which is fried within a living inch of white, giving her quite the Debbie Harry charm. She, like Nicolas, seems to have some professional industry experience.