The first time we watched this show at TV night he became "The Next Great Victim of Spiritual Annihilation," because they recognized in him that thing that makes me immediately put my sunglasses on and get the fuck out of there before they go all Near Dark and I start getting weird crying phone calls. Some people chew Nicorette and some spit Copenhagen; I collect Mileses. It's something I'm working on.
Simon comes to check in with Ryan, who relishes explaining the cum on the face and his tranny sexiness and what have you, which is still pointless and fake. Simon laughs at Miles's Disney hard-on, saying he got his first one from a Renoir. John gives a great "whhhaaaa?" sort of face to that, as does Miles, but: Congratulations on singlehandedly out-pretentiousing everybody in the room, Simon.
Although he's so old and creepy probably he means Actual Renoir gave him a handjob during the Paris Commune, when things weren't so limited and people weren't so obsessed with labels. Also, if I never hear another goddamn thing about Simon de Pury's dick it will be too soon. Miles, impressed with the shocking nature of this business, quickly jumps back into being uncomfortable and awkward and nodding: Yes, Renoir is good porn too. It's like Miles can't be within a foot of anybody without them wanting to rub their stuff in his face. I'm sure even Trong was like, "Bitch move, but those shoes are really cute on you." Is he asking for it? I don't think so. I think he's doing his best to survive, most of the time.
China Chow introduces the judges, but I can't pay attention because Nao is Naoing Out in a giant trashbag with a face painted on it that looks like the guy from House Of 1000 Corpses and covered in probably her own menstrual blood and feces and pee. She is just the fucking worst.
Abdi's piece is called IED (Improvised Explosive Device), and he's arranged three head-bombs on a piece of plywood before spray-painting them entirely in black, so that the paint is also all over the otherwise natural wood. He explains his concept to us again while China Chow crawls around it on her knees in some no-doubt ungodly expensive couture.
Ryan's self-portrait -- which really is quite beautiful, supersaturated to the point of having a sort of painterly thing going on, like that comic artist Fegredo -- is called, enigmatically enough, My Tranny Porno Fantasy. He describes it to the people as evoking Marilyn Monroe, and Jeanne thanks him sort of backhandedly for giving us the obligatory cumshot.