NYFW : Jeremy Scott Fall 2010

Jeremy Scott had Estelle's new single played at his show. Unlike his previous collections with Mickey Mouse and Flinstones, he toned it down a little this season. There's still drama, but not that dramatic.

Instead of Mouses and Flinstones, he traded them for female silhouette figures. He also had 2 fur jackets (almost like Jen Kao's). We also saw the Madonna-look-a-like bra cones, leatherette oufits with ribbon which I would love to see GaGa in it.

Like his previous collections, lots of jewel embellishments. Scott also brought "label/brand-whore" onto a whole new level. His colorful satin pieces looked almost like jewels encrusted on, I love it. Just his previous collection with buttons

He brought on the drama on the belts with female sillhouette figures fastened onto the belts.. I wonder who would dare to wear it?.. probably dear Lady GaGa.

What's special is there was a satin evening dress attached with a "Jeremy Scott" hanger. Very unique and interesting. His bags were fully encrusted with his plaque labels. There was also a sweater with "STYLE" and "FASHION" written from sleeves to sleeves.. something I thought I would never come across my entire life!

Overall, I won't say I love it but I enjoyed his collection alot. Very interesting, full of fun and a little drama. This season, the tongues are gone..

His first New York show in years drew stars like Estelle (of course), Santigold, Peaches Geldof, Leigh Lezark and Kelly Osbourne. Model Irina Lazareanu also attended the show.

Style.com's Review by Matthew Schneier :
"I can be a freak, every day of every week," boomed from the sound system. It was the new single from Estelle, debuting at the show (as she sat in the front row)—but it might just as well have been Jeremy Scott's own cri de coeur. Scott is one of fashion's freak-flag fliers, and proudly so. This is a guy who makes coats of Mickey Mouse gloves and dresses in Flintstones prints. But as his collections go, Fall was downright normal.

Hanger Appeal, his salute to fashion itself, featured a blend of sporty, salable print pieces (here, featuring a leggy fashion-mag illustration), riffs on the classics (Le Smoking; the JPG cone bra, recast as a pair of pasties/suspenders), and a lengthy section of Lucite jewel- and cross-covered dresses, bodysuits, and tops ("cross dressing," yuk, yuk). There were the showstoppers, of course, including the pièce de résistance, an elegant evening dress with a long train that was actually an attached slip, carried by the model on a gilded Jeremy Scott hanger.

Given our choice, we'd take the knits—the best of them, a batwing sweater that spelled out "Fashion" and "Style" with the arms extended—or the tricked-out Schott moto jackets, bedecked with fur sleeves, more jewels, and a profusion of brass J.S. plaques. Scott's always had a way of ribbing über-branding and practicing it, all at once. He knows that people do pray at the altar of fashion, hence all the crosses. But in a mostly black lineup (color appeared, as he put it, only when "chaperoned by black"), the clothes felt less jokey, more witty than in seasons past. It's his first show back in New York in years, and the city obviously agrees with him. Just take it from the song that played as he took his bow: He's in an "Empire State of Mind."

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