Wake, Rattle, and Roll – Week 8

Watching the recap from the previous week, I was reminded of Robert's untimely departure. *Sob* *Sob* Can we please have a moment of silence for the very talented Robert Best?

Even though I'm still in mourning, the (recapping of the) show must go on.

The designers were told they're designing an outfit for an international jet-setter.

Poor, Kayne. His first thought was Tara "boob-flashing" Reid. True, someone needs to slap some nice clothes on that trashy body of hers, but girlfriend, Tara doesn't jet-set. She takes trips. And by "trips" I mean she smashes her face on the pavement whenever she's shitfaced. Which is pretty much an everyday occurrence.

Now, we find out they're actually designing for themselves. This shouldn't be a difficult task for the designers, since they already know what they like. But, poor Vincent. He's having a hard time interviewing the other voices in his head.

They were given 15 minutes to sketch before heading out to Mood. Hmm, I wonder who made this sketch of himself?


Let's see, a fauxhawk hairdo and a big clown nose. Oh yeah, it's that Bozo, Jeffrey. You know, the one who made Angela's mom cry last week. Apparently, he's still whining about it. Little Jeffy, you need to grow up! It's a little embarassing when your toddler-aged son is more mature than you.


When I saw Kayne picking out that huge butterfly wing at Mood, I let out a big ol' *gasp!* Kayne usually gets it oh-so-right or oh-so-wrong (See previous post). This look was a definite Kayn't. Right now, I'm just hoping this Madame Butterfly doesn't do herself in in the final act.

They now have to strut their own stuff down the runway. Laura looked stunning in her creation. Kayne was channeling Elvis. Angela was on her way to a quilting bee. Michael hip-hopped his way to the front of the pack. Jeffrey rocked it out (all the while showing us his family jewels). Uli breezed through in her signature pah-ty dress. And, Vincent sleepwalked through yet another challenge. This time, he's even wearing his pajamas.


The judges were pretty hard on Uli. They wanted to see something different from her. I thought the dress looked pretty comfortable. I can actually see her wearing that dress while she goosesteps down the beach in Miami.


Vincent was also singled out. They thought his outfit was just too basic. His response was, "I'm the TWIST." Umm, no Vincent. You're more like the TWIT!


Speaking of twists, Heidi said they'll have to test their new outfits on that other runway. So, off to Gay Paree they go.

After a long day of travel, the designers made their way to Parsons Paris. No time for a rest - or even a shower, the stinky designers met up with the famous Catherine Malandrino. Luckily, the foul body smells didn't phase our guest judge too much. She is French, after all.

Now, this would've been a great time for a new product tie-in – like for a personal hygiene product.


Jeffrey wins with his rocker outfit. I thought Laura deserved the win. If not for anything else, she had to travel in those 4" heels. Unfortunately for Angela, Mademoiselle Malandrino didn't speak Fleurchon. She sent Angela back to the U.S.

I'm not sure if rosettes and fleurchons will ever catch on, but until then, I did find one good use for them:




I guess I'll take that as a "no."