Well last week we finally lost our poor, dear, sweet Kane. Kayne. K’aine. Whatever, he’s gone for being southern and tacky (with Houndstooth!), and with that, Saint Pancake has lost the last person willing to speak to her on camera. She nearly lost herself, by cutting random holes in her clothes and Emilio the Dead of Mouth won for his androgynous gangster doublemint twins.
This week we open on a weed patch above a railway yard and even Joshua is wearing long pants which must mean the production crew was forced to warn them about hypodermic needles.
Even the ticks have HIV
Carolyn “NotHeidi” Murphy is there as well wearing something tragic, but at least it’s not a ballgown this time. It’s really more of a Victorian undergarment mated with a 1980s sweater.
Like a dress form with sleeves
Turns out they are on a stretch of the High Line that has been left in it’s natural state. The High Line is a great park, especially if you want to be trapped on a narrow strip of green-space with a million tourists and no escape. Think Central Park meets the Hunger Games. The two schmucks who thought of it join Carolyn to plug the park and provide a plot device to introduce the challenge.
It is, of course, a “green” challenge. The task is to create a red-carpet worthy look from Eco-friendly fabrics and all the designers get to choose from a clump of swatches. DeadMauth is up first because of his win and now it’s time to play Least Popular Designer. My money is always on Saint Pancake. At least, until she goes home, then Ivy should probably watch out.
Mostly for Althea’s boob sweat
No one actually gets very catty and just basically pass around the swatches in order, leaving
boobsweat Althea last. The choices run the gamut of fabrics and patterns/solids. After everyone has their fabric, it’s announced that Diane Von Furstenberg is the guest judge as an avid Eco advocate. I guess those that chose prints are feeling pretty happy now. The designers seem actually star struck so Carolyn tosses in that she would like to wear the winning design on the red carpet to try to get the focus back on her.
The designers hit the workroom to find their fabrics plus a grab bag of odds and ends from previous challenges. It’s somehow gratifying to see adults fight over sequins and feathers, but I’m not seeing anything that would actually enhance a red carpet look. Everyone has an eye on DeadMauth for being the current frontrunner and he is drinking his own Kool Aid happily. I can only imagine it tastes like moths and asphalt based on the faces he makes.