Project Runway Recap: Blue Suede Snooze

Irina, meanwhile, thinks her partner Gordana is a freight train stowaway who sneaked into production. "I fear that Gordana will steal linen from Mood, construct a shabby bindle, and hitchhike into the heartland," the consummately bitchy Republic-of-Georgian says, practically. Gordana complains that Irina just dismisses all of her work and gives no direction. I'll give you one guess as to whose side of this back-and-forth slalom I take.

Logan and Althea contrive businesswear-related looks. When the camera turns to the highly polygonal face of Logan, Gordana pipes in via confessional that everyone thinks he's hot. I assume this is Cold War trauma talking, because Logan looks like shabbily chiseled Nintendo 64 graphics. To me, he is a forgettable passerby in the Ocarina of Time.

Tim Gunn's criticisms of everyone's looks aren't particularly noteworthy, save his vote of concern for the cohesion of Epperson and Christopher's dresses. He reserves the greatest criticism for his own dignity, alone in the dark, where the cameras can't find him. "Blue? Blue," he mutters, following with a self-loathing snicker. "I went to Yale and I'm instructing shitheads from the valley about the wonder of blue. I could call Isaac Mizrahi to replace me by the end of the day. I could make this all go away. I could still change my name and dazzle Lincoln Center with my french horn. I know it."

Onto the runway! Heidi Klum notes beforehand that "one or more designers could be sent home," Michael Kors makes a valiant return, and Zoe Glassner is mercifully replaced Marie Claire editor Zanna Roberts. The aqua-tinged highlights are on the next page:

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