Oooooo, and how much did you want to hate him when he told Becky point blanket-edly that he is the one who makes clothing people want to buy and she doesn't, but then a second later thought to yourself, "Hmm. Boy's got a point." Sometimes the world just needs people like Joshua to tell it like it is. Even if they do tell it in a tres yucky orange-tanned and faux-Pucci-print-on-discount-in-South-Beach kind of way.
Somewhere, a passel of Jersey Girls are crying their eyelashes off because they just found out Joshua don't swing their way.
But the real howler of the evening was this dress by Bert:
Trust me. You don't want to see it any closer. But if you want to, you'll have to click here, because stoooooooooooopid Project Runway site won't let me snag their photos. Go ahead. I'll wait . . .
About the only thing I liked last night was the jacket Oliver made. Which I also can't snag off the website.
Oh, but I do have photos of these guys!
Baby otters! Aren't they cwute? Don't you just want to kiss their widdle faces? (So much better than Project Runway designers.)