Jeremy Scott's shows are always a welcome dose of batshit during a Fashion Week that can be overly snooty, self-serious, or just plain boring. The crowd awaiting Mr. Scott's Wednesday afternoon show consisted of a dude on roller-skates with Vulcan eyebrows, various drag queens and club weirdos mingling with the fashion cognoscenti -- you know, the usual Jeremy Scott gang.
Last season Scott explored the monsters from his early nineties adolescence in New York. This go-around he started out with a slutty heavy metal parking lot aesthetic (all set to the tune of Motley Crue's "Girls, Girls, Girls." Both girls and guys wore skimpy denim (stone-washed, of course). The gents rocked overalls and vests that covered basically nothing and sometimes even sported chaps, providing a new view for spectators.
Instead of sticking solely to LA hair metal, Scott then veered off for a broader West Coast interpretation. As Juice Newton's "Queen of Hearts" played the piece de resistance emerged - a foxy blonde dude in pink and green-fringed leather chaps wearing a g-string with a gigantic package protruding. Despite all of the highly entertaining and absurd elements, it wasn't pure freakshow. If you looked hard enough, there was an assortment of super cool and -- dare we say it? -- commercial gems in there. But the bottom-line remains: homeboy knows how to entertain.