By Jeff
Previously: The models shot super-hot photos on a Navy ship. Amanda and Gabe flirted by sharing a cookie. Jonathan won the photo challenge, while Kerryn won her second week of immunity. CJ, Mountaha and Gabe are in the bottom at judging-- but it was time for CJ to go home.
Here's Tyson telling us about the many facets of Make Me A Supermodel-- those that make this show like a fancy, fancy diamond. Wait, no Malandrino? Again? Is she having major surgery? Having her on the show twice, then pretending that she's coming back when, in fact, she's just rolling around on a motel bed in the $25 she raked in from her appearance is a serious breach of reality show ethics. Heh. Perhaps she's brushing up on her English, but I'd like for her to return. Please. Brazilian designer Alexandre Herchcovitch is "sitting in" for her for this episode.
It is morning at the condos across the street from my gym. The models are wiping the fairy dust from their eyes. Kerryn interviews that she is very happy about having immunity and haters can recognize. Gabe and Amanda are having their special morning time. She tells him that it sucks that he has been in the bottom during judging "THREE TIMES." He says that he has 9 lives. The final tally, then, is 9 lives and 1 facial expression (if "blank stare" counts as an expression). Do something with your face, Gabe.
Jordan says to everyone that she's letting it soak in that CJ is gone. She asks Gabe how he would have felt if he had gone home before her. "Embarrassing," he replies, though of course he betrays no emotion on that limestone slab of a mug. He interviews that the models all treasured CJ and will miss her dearly -- he's only kidding. They didn't treasure her. You see, his deadpan is too successful. Life has given him no real incentive to be expressive.
Jonathan reads from the computer information about the new photo challenge. Luckily, a towel-clad Laury is nearby to provide the morning-at-the-computer nakedness that we've come to expect. Bravo knows what baby needs. The note says that this shoot will be dangerous, so take a deep breath. They all deduce that they will be underwater. Or, in outer space. Salome says that she doesn't know how to swim. She also doesn't know how to breathe underwater. You MUST have some fucking gills in order to be a supermodel. Can I speak to casting? This cannot happen again. Oh, God... casting. For this show? Dream job. Who cares about cogent thoughts when you get to pull hot 18-year-olds out of the Appalachians and shit?