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In the workroom Anthony Ryan laments that there is only one day to create a look. I guess he’s never seen this show before… oh wait. Turns out Anthony Ryan mentions it to excuse the presence of any glue guns we might see.
The designers are measuring cheap fabric and each other up and the consensus is that Uli and ARyan are the front runners. No one seems intimidated by Kane or Wendy. They will all be sorry when the challenge is a southern beauty pageant for 13 year olds! I don’t have the pleasure of knowing Ivy or Althea, but they both seem like smug bitches, so that’s good tv. Wendy is giggling and twirling her hair at Pleather since he picked her to be on his kickball team and everyone else thingks she’s a waste of patchouli and peasant skirts.
When NotTimGunn comes in she has very little praise. Uli’s Soviet Russia 70’s doesn’t ring true to her, Wendy seems to be making a Halloween costume and everyone who was arguing over who gets to make a jacket can just shut up now because that is not what people wear to go clubbing. I don’t think the challenge is very easy since these are All-Stars, not fresh young designers. Some of them go back ten years now so basically they’re geezers. NotTimGunn bonds with them by performing their mating ritual, the “white man overbite” dance.
Kane is in trouble having picked a chevron fabric that is now nightmarish to align perfectly. Apparently Georgina Chapman is a real stickler for aligning prints and stripes. One can imagine she has extremely exacting standards for clean lines and beauty.
I don’t know what to say about Casanova. To start with, he is not Casanova. He is more than halfway to Jocelyn Wildenstein facial reconstruction so I want to call him Cat-anova, but then his accent basically makes him Papa Elsa. Maybe because NotTimGunn can’t understand anything he says besides “comfortable”, she praises him and moves along. I don’t think she saw the back though because we all know she hates a top you can’t wear a bra with!
The models come, the models go and the designers keep shitting on each other. They wrap the day by haivng a quick disco party themselves and dancing just like your parents.
They get a Tyra mail from Carolyn Brown which is basically her insisting that she still works as a MODEL and was at a PHOTO SHOOT, THAT DAY with a VERY FAMOUS designer. I guess it’s useful to have someone tall to hold up the big white circle thingy. As a result they have a special e-treat in store for them in the form of a video message.