Anyone who’s ever wandered the grounds of a major music festival would have no trouble recognizing the atmosphere at today’s Jeremy Scott show. There was a sort of ecstasy-fueled, daytime rave ersatzness to it—girls in baby-doll dresses and guys in graphic tees rubbing elbows with the patchouli-scented wannabe hippies and the at-large club kids, their pupils a pinprick. The vibe was fun and the clothes were fun, and as far as Scott was concerned, that was the point. As he explained, he was going low concept this season, mixing up ideas in an intuitive way. That approach yielded no big, memorable statement looks—but it did make for a collection with true mainstream appeal. Sure, Mr. Average America might be a hard sell on Scott’s patchwork leather trousers, which were partially made from old collection scrap, but he’s going to covet that “Game Over” sweater. On the XX side of things, meanwhile, there were a ton of low-barrier-to-entry pieces, ranging from a striped knit skirt and crop top set to a mini bomber jacket in bright orange leather. And girls are going to be coveting those patterned baby dolls: Scott could open a whole store full of them and call it Haute Topic. The store could also sell the jewelry seen at the show, which was made by some random person no one’s ever heard of, or seen naked on a wrecking ball. Sweet girl, though—she was so nervous and excited when the first look came out, she put her Polaroid film into her camera backward. And then spent much of the rest of the show trying to unjam it.