Korto has fashioned a swing coat from woven seat belts. Tim advises her not to lose the sophistication; its success will depend upon the final shape. He says 1960s silhouettes are “fabulous.” Stella doesn’t have much to show Tim so far. She describes a high waisted, knee length skirt which will be “different coming from me.” Tim says it does not sound innovative enough. Leanne shows Tim the cocktail dress she’s made. We don’t get a clear glimpse of it, but it seems to have unique shapes composing the skirt. Tim likes what he sees.
Keith begins to explain his proposed garment (like some of the others, he does not have a finished or nearly finished construction as yet). His verbiage is worrying. Bla, bla, bla, ‘refined palate’, ‘not afraid to push the envelope’, etc. If only he had a stitch to show Tim for every one of those words he’s spouting. Keith continues with his word vomit as Tim looks equal parts confused and aghast. There isn’t even anything for Tim to comment upon, so Tim leaves with a vague, “It has to work.” Tim pep talks the group before he leaves, and cautions them not to “lose trajectory.” Soon as Tim is gone, Terri mocks “Korto’s scarecrow” by jumping up and down and laughing. Korto’s dress dummy wears a thick, quilted-looking coat dress. “Did you ever see Jeepers Creepers?” Terri chortles, none too subtly. Jerell interviews privately that Terri has “two faces and four patterns — don’t trust the b*tch.”
Keith is having confidence problems by his own admission. The other designers simply notice his increasing penchant to slam things down, snap, and generally do an Oscar the Grouch impression. But as far as villainy goes, grouchy does not equal the sociopathy of past seasons, so what passes for drama this time around seems fairly tame. Back at The Atlas apartment building, Stella reaches her boyfriend Ratbones (no, I’m not making that up) on her cell phone. Cave girls, ape hats, rat bones. I’m trying to imagine what Stellaleathah and Ratbones’ abode must look like. I can’t. I’m hoping she will make it into the show’s final three, just so we can all see. Somehow I wonder if they both hang upside down from stalactites to sleep. Hmm. On her phone call to Ratbones, Stella just mentioned spreading her wings and flying to the top. Of the cave? Maybe it’s feeding time.
Next morning as the women dress to go to Parsons for "elimination day" as they put it, Korto says if she is put in the bottom three, she will “not go without a fight.” In the workroom, Tim sends in the models for a final fitting, but not before warning the designers to “work like there is no tomorrow - because for one of you there won’t be, I hate to say.” Even when Tim is trying to sound scary and mean he’s faultlessly polite. He hates to say. I think he truly does, too.
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