{"product_id":"cold-lost","title":"COLD \u0026 LOST","description":"\u003cp\u003eThis look feels like vulnerability dressed as a habit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA soft, lilac knit sits close to the body, unassuming at first glance. It carries a kind of quiet innocence, something almost boyish, almost untouched. The texture is gentle, repetitive, comforting. The kind of piece you reach for without thinking, which is exactly why it becomes dangerous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBecause then it lifts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eJust slightly. Just enough to expose what’s usually hidden. Not a full reveal, not a performance of sexuality, but a suggestion. A moment that feels accidental, even though it isn’t. That small interruption shifts everything. The softness becomes aware of itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBelow, the shorts feel lived-in, sun-washed, imperfect. They carry the same language as memory. Faded, altered, worn down into something familiar but no longer precise. There’s no attempt to clean it up. No effort to elevate it into something polished.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe necklace sits at the collar like punctuation. Delicate, almost sentimental, but placed with intention. It pulls the eye upward, back to the face, back to the awareness of being seen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis is narcissism in its most disarming form.\u003cbr\u003eNot dominance. Not projection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eExposure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe moment you realize you’re being looked at,\u003cbr\u003eand instead of covering up,\u003cbr\u003eyou hold it there just a second longer.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Jacob C. Scott","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48671006687483,"sku":null,"price":200.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0804\/7129\/4203\/files\/JACOB_C_SCOTT_THE_NARCISSIST_LOOK_44Large.png?v=1775728566","url":"https:\/\/jacobcscott.com\/products\/cold-lost","provider":"Jacob C. Scott","version":"1.0","type":"link"}