The Fashion Director of Marie Claire
Nina hates voluminous clothes, pleats, patterns, colors, cowls, babies, puppies, unicorns and rainbows. She says she wants sleek and classic, so the more edgy designers break out into hives. She says she likes conservative colors, and in a panic like five people buy grey fabric. Then she tells Tim to pass along how she doesn't want a line of grey walking down the runway. In her consultations with the designers, she says no....a lot. She repeatedly asks for a "Plan B" when she isn't satisfied, knowing they've already maxed out their budgets. People burst into tears, they vomit. I think two jump off the Parsons roof. It's horrifying.
Ultimately, almost no one finishes in time. The few who do, end up helping their competitors furiously sew, stitch and glue. Some of the final products look like rejects from the Jaclyn Smith line at Kmart. But if anyone was curious, Anya continues to be made of awesome and is the best designer who cannot sew I've ever seen. Seriously, what is her gift? She rules. She makes me want to fist-pump, she rules so hard. I don't care if someone helped her - that chick has talent.
Several people unsurprisingly choke, specifically Danielle, Cecilia and Julie. Danielle's horrible Kelly green old-auntie blouse is so awful that guest judge (and Editor-In-Chief of Marie Claire, yikes) Joanna Coles says that if Nina came into the office wearing it, she'd think Nina was ill. But it's Julie's super fugly dress...coat..thing that sends her packing in the end. Kimberly wins with an effing badass top/pants combo that I frankly think is too hip and youthful for Nina Garcia, but hey. Maybe she's cooler than she seems (she's definitely not).