JEREMY SCOTT EN FOOT (SPLENDOUR-STEPS)
RB: “So, I saw this exhibition of Jeremy Scott’s effort. I had many reflections spinning through my overactive cerebrum, Kelly Osbourne was running around with horns on her head, Pat Fields was strolling through the crowd like a Regal Mama, the photographer next to me smelled like a microwaved raccoon, it was all so much to process. It happened, it was so shiny and luminous. I stumbled off the photographers’ stage when it was complete and ran out the front door to think about the Fonted-Sweaters and to get a vegetarian-chicken-salad-sandwich. It was so cold and dreary and I started to feel melancholy knowing I’d be leaving soon. I’m on my way back, sandwich in hand, and I happen to glance over and who is standing next to me at this DON’T WALK space, but Jeremy himself (THIS IS THE TRUTH)! I of course felt shy instantly, looked away, then was filled with a swelling resolve to tell a Creative Man that He Did Such a Nice Job and that I Was So Happy to Have Seen It and Thank You. He smiled shyly and said Thank You For Saying That. The light changed and we prance off at a right angle from each other. Feet stepping in a fully contented stride, I bid this town ADIEU.”
