You know, I think I knew it in the darkest recesses of my soul. I think I could sense that our little Ricky was getting the axe...my gut told me that it was his time. That even too much sunshine can burn. I was right. No more are we to be treated to the jaunty chapeaued life lessons of our resident "lingerie expert." Alas, we will have to find a way to soldier on without our beloved Ricky.
The challenge: This week the six remaining designers were taken on a field trip.
Sidebar: A field trip which led them right back down to the runway room? Not.A.Field.Trip. Key word: Field. I don't know why I've singled that word out -- somehow it seemed other place-y enough to properly get across my disgust with the whole "field trip to nowhere" bait and switch.
So the designers take a "field trip" to the runway room where they discover six of the WWE Wrestling Divas. A wrestling diva. Is there more of an oxymoron than that?Nonetheless -- the challenge was for each designer to pick his/her very own Diva and design an outfit for her to wear "in the ring."
This challenge reminded me of that Prom Dress Challenge: seeing the designers work with real people - people who really didn't have the most sophisticated taste in the world, sure -- but, I thought all of the Divas were clear and super amiable about what they wanted/needed. And most everyone had fun with the challenge.
Most.
This is where the designers were separated into those who have a sense of fun and passion and those who want to drape shit on people and go 'this isn't my design sensibility, so if it sucks -- it's on you.' Sniff.
Christian earned back every ounce of respect lost in last week's episode. He absolutely embraced his Diva and had so much fun with his leather and lace design. Just as the judges said, Christian's design was right out of Purple Rain, but goddamn if that didn't have me humming Darling Nikki for like an hour afterward. In my book -- he could have won. But, I must say I was excited for...
Chris won with his green leopard hoodie/dominatrix outfit. It was pretty much pre-ordained that Chris would win this challenge -- he was destined -- Tacky Destined to win. But, it was more than just being bawdy and tacky -- he listened to his client, got what her schtick was and more than anything - respected what she wanted. Thus -- she was ecstatic with her design and he walked away with a win.
I loved Jillian's ode to Sporty Spice in a South Beach Sex Club. It fit her perfectly, there was no long drawn out moaning about how harrrrrd the challenge was and please help me leave this work roooooom and I'm cutttingggg myselffffff and I just can't copppppppe. Yeah, none of that. And she's fast becoming one of my favorites -- every week she's just this little engine that could.
And that leaves us with Rami and Sweet P. The two designers who were all, 'yeah, we're named Bennett and we're ain't even in it.' They were not having any of it. And it was Sweet P more than Drapey Draperson -- which was kind of shocking. She of the DENIM WEDDING DRESS. This is who's passing judgment? Really? I mean, if there were more of a glass house, Sweet P, it would probably be one owned by someone wearing a DENIM WEDDING DRESS. Needless to say, Sweet P's outfit was ridiculously shitty. I mean, we're talking uninspired, poorly constructed -- she might as well have pulled an Elisa and just spit right on it. She really should have been sent home, I think. Sure, Ricky made a swimsuit. But, at least it was put together well. Sweet P's "design" looked like something a bunch of sorority sisters whip up for Halloween when they decide that it would be so bitchen to go as those FemBots from Austin Powers.
And Rami? It's just the same ole same ole. Draping. Just off fabric choices. Puce color choices. And a littany of reasons why this challenge was below him.
But, in the end it was Ricky and his swimsuit that went home. And wouldn't you know it -- that bitch didn't SHED ONE TEAR! Nary. Cries for ten weeks and then the one time when it would have been appropriate -- he's all American Gothic. Utterly emotionless. Mind boggling.
So, once again -- I'm calling it: Christian, Jillian and Rami in the Bryant Park. I'd love for Chris to be there, but he's not going to make it. My bet is that Sweet P goes home next week.
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