Jeremy Scott Plays Good Offense
With billions of dollars at stake, the worlds of high fashion and major league sports tend to take themselves far too seriously. That is exactly what makes designer Jeremy Scott such a bratty breath of fresh air; with his exuberant irreverence for the very things humorless label whores and fash-holes hold most dearly. His Adidas line was an instant classic, with his surrealist angel wing sneakers and French fry sweatsuits. With his FW/14 collection, Scott tackles the ultimate athletic sacred cow: good ol’ American football.
Much like the Super Bowl fans freezing their asses off in the bleachers, it was a good crowd for a wintery day. MILK was packed to the rafters with underdressed club kids and overdressed rappers. In mink and sunglasses, reality star E.J. Johnson resembled a baby André Leon Talley, more than his actual dad, basketballer Magic Johnson. Once a very late and apologetic Jared Leto took his seat front and center next to Coco Rocha, the "game" began.
To the sound of stadium Jock Jams like Queen and House of Pain, the models stormed the runway in muppet fur team jersey sweaters, sweat-sock tube dresses, pigskin halter tops—and some even in a sexy shoulder-pad bustier. It was a colorful subversion of athletic wear: tailor-made for the gorgeous Kate Upton’ s next Sports Illustrated cover, or perhaps even on NFL defensive end draftee Michael Sam, college football’s first out gay player. Scott scored a touchdown with this one.
Often cited as fashion’s own Warhol, Scott really has more in common with Marcel Duchamp, and his witty takes on trashy consumerism and pop culture tropes made him the ideal choice for his new gig at Moschino. His clothes are very wearable, and hell of a lot more fun than the usual fashion sturm und drang. So suit up, and play ball!
Photography by Andrew Boyle and Joe Marquez