THE BEGINNING OF WHAT STAYS ON
FIRST LAYER arrives May 1st as the foundation of everything that follows. Designed with intention and restraint, this debut underwear collection explores the quiet power of what’s worn closest to the skin—where...
FIRST LAYER arrives May 1st as the foundation of everything that follows. Designed with intention and restraint, this debut underwear collection explores the quiet power of what’s worn closest to the skin—where...
A chaotic birthday, fractured friendships, and a love that burned too intensely to last—this chapter captures the beauty and damage...
SECOND LAYER is where thought becomes visible. A t-shirt line built on blunt statements, tension, and the refusal to soften...
A restless morning unravels into something sharper than exhaustion. Between skipped medication, half-truths, and a body that won’t cooperate, the...
A study in reflection, control, and the performance of identity, Book I, Volume V: The Narcissist explores fashion as both...
The version of The Disco you saw wasn’t the whole story. These behind-the-scenes images capture the raw construction of the...
A few nights before turning 24, nothing feels stable—thoughts spiral, habits blur, and the line between love and self-destruction dissolves....
The foundation of the Jacob C. Scott world begins with what sits closest to the body.
The campaign doesn’t start when the camera turns on. It starts in the seconds after everything is supposed to be...
A look into the process behind the Jacob C. Scott underwear line. Precision cuts, controlled production, and intentional design.
There’s always a moment before anything is seen. Before the jacket.Before the silhouette.Before the performance. There is the first layer....
Mania isn’t collapse. It’s control pushed to its limit, held in place just long enough to become something sharper, stranger,...
The show ends, but something stays. In the softened energy, the undone details, and the quiet moments no one is...
At The Disco, desire wasn’t indulgent, it was engineered. Every line, every pause, every glance existed in tension between what...
Backstage at The Disco wasn’t a place, it was a pressure system. Bodies in motion, identities unraveling, garments clinging like...