Wesley is OUT. Wesley, oh, Wesley. I felt so bad for him. Owing to his model's decision-making, he was stuck with a dreary brown silk/hemp blend that does not respond kindly to bold lighting. (It looks best with NO lighting.) But he was not alone by any means. In fact, Leanne and Joe had the exact same fabric. But Wesley tortured the textile while constructing the dress and it showed: uneven seams, an unintentionally sinuous hem and, from my viewpoint, unmatched grain lines in the fabric, which served to exacerbate the inconsistent absorption of light. The look was sloppy and the fit on the model was terrible. Had it not been so egregious, perhaps he could have rallied and defended himself. But rally he didn't. He was like Dorothy in Oz, "I'm Wesley, the meek and innocent." Sadly, Wesley, you're also out.
Blayne lucked out when his model, Polina, arrived from shopping with yards and yards of bubblegum pink, his signature color, fabric. His design -- a one-shoulder mini-dress with a draped sash across the neckline and side panels in black -- looked sexy and youthful and contemporary.