The designers enter a nondescript parking garage, and now Kenley Collins is whining, “I’m scaaared.” Someone else says this looks like a haunted house. The group makes its way onto the roof of this crumbling building, and... surprise! On the roof level of a parking garage, they find - cars! Oprah! You did it again. No, but the designers don’t get to keep the cars. Tim introduces Saturn designer Chris Webb, who explains that the designers must each design an outfit from recycled car parts. Okay, someone at the network has been jogging along the roadside too long. They must have passed the road sign: Caution. Fug Ahead.
Terri wonders aloud how they are going to source "car parts" without a blowtorch. Turns out the cars have been stuffed with various materials “used to make cars,” as Tim helpfully points out. Each designer claws through a car, pulling out seat belts, rubber mats, anything they can lay hands on, and fills their individual shopping cart with their treasure. It reminds me of what I used to see on weekends before our building got a security door. Couldn’t the challenge have asked them to do something a bit more dignified? Design for the car, maybe? Design a suit for a race car driver? Oh, right. This is the show that sent "Uncle Nick" home for not sewing enough fronds on a flower dress. This show seems equal parts "next top designer" and shopping cart game show Supermarket Sweep.
Cars stripped and shopping carts filled with random junk, the group heads back towards Parsons. Nobody has even called the cops, but hey. This is New York City and probably not an unusual sight there either. Back in the Parsons workroom, Tim tells the group they will have until midnight that night to work, and the winner will have immunity. Not from being humiliated, clearly; but from being eliminated during the subsequent challenge. Joe, having said he is from “Motor City” and this is “right up his alley”, immediately begins hammering away at his car parts. Keith is going for something “more tailored and toned down.” Ertswhile cavegirl Stella pokes at her car part quizzically and somehow her furrowed brow reminds me of the beginning of the film 2001: A Space Odyssey. Well, her object of fascination is plastic, not leathah, so I will throw her a bone.
Suede plans to do a dress with some type of black and silver fringe. He has a stack of little black rubber pieces. Keith is making a pencil skirt of tan leather - it looks a bit too normal for the parameters of this challenge, I fear. Tim had emphasized creativity and "wow the judges" in his earlier instructions. Kenley is drawing a zebra print onto the air vents she’s using to construct her garment. Blayne is having trouble sewing these non-traditional materials with Parsons’ infamously cruddy sewing machines. Jerell says he is “whistling Dixie” he’s so happy with his garment so far. Leanne is making a cocktail dress from car seats.
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