Dead Mauth and Papa Elsa pull a little RHoM and start talking shit about other designers in their own secret language – Spanish.
This is about my precious Uli. Hate missiles engaged.
Ivy presciently points out that the viewers will enjoy reading whatever meanness they are cackling over. True, and further proof Ivy has her third eye fixed on the fourth wall this season.
St P is stoked for this challenge because she is a big fan of Diane Von F, although she twists the strength and success of DVF to call her someone who doesn’t take any shit and doesn’t care what people say about her.
I know you haven’t gotten to “Projection” in therapy, but you have nothing in common with DVF
Uli is concerned that her fabric is too dreary and vows to have an “Uli explosion” including tons of feathers and bangles and recycle bin cast-offs. This doesn’t necessarily remind me of the one way monkey dresses she made during her season, but now Dead Mauth is joined by Joshua in sniggering about her design. Either Uli is going home or will win big with all this negative editing.
Hm, is there a third option please?
Ivy foreshadows that she was sent home during a red carpet challenge for not finishing her look. From the falshback it even seems she is designing the same silhouette this time around. I look forward to the nail biting, although I just can’t get excited about deadlines without Tim Gunn to come in and make everyone poop their pants.
Speaking of missing Tim, Joanna joins the designers to critique. Althea is warned that her fabric is ugly, St P is told that even Diane Von Furstenberg is going to hate her and Papa Elsa is apparently high-lighting the nipple. Dead Mauth is seen adding his two cents of criticism to every look. I’m hoping that is a set-up for his being taken down a peg or two, if this is editing tricks, they are working on me! Everyone is back to work and the designers talk about how much they smell from their time roasting in the sun on the High Line.
The heat is starting to make Papa Elsa’s face reject itself
The models are already in for their fittings and Ivy is, as predicted, way behind the curve and worried about her time management. Back at their hotel which is called something like Sleep, or Dream or Quietly Wank, all the designers admit they don’t yet have dresses put together. We get a dubious moment of bragging from Althea and Dead Mauth that they’ve dressed every Kardashian and Audra McDonald for the red carpet, respectively.
Basic, but still bragging rights