To me, Jermaine is straight up urban couture, with his over-the top-layering of eclectic genres and textures. His room is an explosion of creativity, just like his outfits, as if entering the studio of an artist who never puts his materials away. Everything tells a story and the sky is the limit, from necklaces made of childhood robots to bold gold chains made by his favorite designer to bracelets made of Christmas ornaments to sequin leggings peaking through DIY slashed jeans, which remind him of the gradient of rocks in Colorado. Like a thickly and madly tiered De Kooning , an Ecuadorian poncho gets a touch of glam chinchilla with layers of colored beads and a dash of nerdy reading glasses. And as a sculptor obsesses on proportion, Jermaine uses rubber bands to shorten pants into knickers, turns jackets upside-down to exaggerate a shape, and often covers his face with various-type hoods and masks to add depth. Art changes your perspective and Jermaine changes mine.