New York, here I come and all the omens are good. I touch down and sail though security. I don’t feel tired and, despite the Christmas decorations festooning Manhattan’s avenues, it’s not cold. Things go from good to great. The Bowery Hotel is dark and cosy. It’s like staying in a marsupial’s pouch, with perfect martinis on tap.
This is the ultimate New York safe space, and the incredibly flattering light in the bathrooms is a bonus. Good lighting is the equivalent of taking an antidepressant with no side effects. It lifts your mood like nothing else. After taking several “10 years younger” selfies in my bathroom mirror, I head down to dinner with Sugar, Dylan, and Isabella from Love. We eat braised sprouts and drink nutty red wine with ice cubes in it. Isabella swears by this as a way of avoiding hangovers and I believe her. She’s one of those lucky girls who never looks like the night before has got the better of her. I dream of MGM musicals, a lost handbag and bacon bagels.
I love New York mornings. I wake up early and head to the gym, which is in the enamel-tiled basement of the hotel, with a Persian rug for doing weights on. Then it’s breakfast – another New York ritual that never gets old. I’ve got time on my hands and I’m feeling indulgent so I over-order and eat it all. The
I walk it off, exploring the Lower East Side. I come across Tokio 7. This vintage store has racks of amazing
It’s raining hard as we head through the New York night to a former subway station that’s now the city’s Transit Museum. This is the setting for
Street style goes to the very soul of this city. In LA, where Scott now lives, nobody walks and people use cars to telegraph their status and identity. “But in New York, it’s you,” he says, gesturing from top to toe. He remembers revelling in the fashion freedom that city life afforded him. “It was a different fashion show every day – everything from the 1800s to the 1980s,” he says of his student looks. “In Kansas I was hated on for how I dressed, but in New York, people would say, ‘Wow! I love your parasol.’”
Unfettered, celebratory, affirmative and joyful – self-expression is at the core of Scott’s approach to life. It’s also part of New York’s DNA, so this was always going to be a memorable Moschino show. Scott’s mantra? Take the commute but make it fashion. The museum’s line-up of vintage subway carriages became his catwalk, with the audience sitting on passenger seats as his Moschino models swished past. “I love this idea because it’s everything about New York. We always talk about high and low and the subway goes literally high and low – Uptown and Downtown – and that mix is something that is quintessential to my aesthetic,” says Scott, just minutes before the show was due to start.
Cara Taylor butts in to show Jeremy her manicure (by Mei) – jet black to match her oversized leather jacket and edged in gold chains, like the oversized ones she has slung around her neck. “I don’t like it,” she says, wiggling her fingers around with a dramatic flourish. “I love it!” The other models are clearly thrilled with their looks, too. Clusters of boys speaking Spanish (the casting was authentic melting-pot New York) break off from their chat to show off tracksuits edged in heavy gold chains and coats covered in boombox prints.
Scott took the elements of the hip-hop-infused street style that loomed large over his NYC youth – baseball caps, chains, logos, oversized down-filled jackets – and interbred them with Uptown tropes.
As if that wasn’t a giddy enough potion, Scott pumped some pieces up to XXL, meme-worthy proportions – supersize baseball caps and down jackets, as well as a backpack as big as the boy carrying it. Toting clutches shaped like Bic lighters and Slurpee cups, the diverse cast played every kind of New Yorker, from the chichi lady in her Upper East Side tweeds to the career woman wearing a belted mac and high pumps, and the boombox kids in their exaggerated streetwear with supersize gold chains and bedazzled macro Moschino nameplates hanging from their necks.
“Fashion has to be fun. There is enough stuff in the world – it has to bring joy. Oh my God, I sound like Marie Kondo,” says Scott of his feelgood fashion philosophy. The reaction he’s aiming for? “I want that! I’ve never seen it like that! It speaks to me! With everything I design, I want to put a smile on people’s faces and make people dream.”
The lols don’t stop with the show. Everyone heads down to a humble dollar-a-slice Downtown pizza parlour for the after-party. The place is tiny but we all cram in. I share a pizza with Moschino super-client
I dream I’m being chased through Central Park by a giant baseball hat while dressed as the Chrysler Building. I heart New York.
Photography Jessica Craig-Martin. Taken from Issue 65 of 10 Magazine – FAMILY, FOREVER, LOVE – available to purchase