But the beauty of Scott’s work is that, for all the twists and warps, curls and back splits, his clothes are supremely wearable. No how-to instructions needed. Those curious kinks just evoke a certain in-the-know cool, an attitude that’s getting noticed. Scott was the only American nominated for this year’s inaugural Woolmark Prize, a revival of the famous Wool Secretariat Award bestowed upon Yves Saint Laurent and Karl Lagerfeld at the beginning of their careers.
So what if Scott’s inspirational jumping-off points are introspection or a dance in the snow? Or, as is the case with a piece in his upcoming spring 2009 collection, an abandoned umbrella? He whips out a hexagon-shaped stretch of fabric, a former old brolly now liberated from its frame. A few minutes later, it’s chicly wrapped around the showroom mannequin, a sleeveless top with a draped faux hoodie in the back. “That’s cool, right?” he asks. “One day in April we had one of those really terrible rainstorms. It was like an umbrella graveyard. I felt really bad for them.
“I always like more obscure references,” he continues. “I could never be like, ‘I’m doing Seventies glamour!’ It’s just not the way I think. My manufacturing guy used to tell me I was nuts,” Scott says of his peculiar production demands. “But now he’s totally used to it.”
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