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Jeremy Scott

Jean-Charles de Castelbajacís Concept Store is right down the street from my apartment. Thereís one window over which has been placed an entire rack of clothes, and a few weeks ago I noticed that there were some Jeremy Scott pieces.

I didnít really spend too much time thinking about Jeremy Scott after that. Then the other night when I was out at a show, I had Jeremy Scott overload. In the audience were two guys with mullets, rhinestone studded aviator shades, sequined dolman-sleeved tops and tight pants. And they were both French.

I donít know, I began wondering: if Jeremy Scott hadnít become Karl Lagerfeldís protege, hadnít gotten a lot of press in the rags, would people still be emulating his Glam/Redneck/White Trash/Boogie Nights look? Itís really hideous when itís right in front you, waving a lighter in the air, twisting its skinny French booty.

10:11 a.m. - 2001-06-28



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