Believe in One Body JC is a store on Rainier that sells clothes Jesus Christ wants you to wear.

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As the ever-eloquent Marti Jonjak writes in the latest Worn Out:

In the pages of Debbie Roberts's fashion portfolio, the scenes are still but urgent feeling, with bright cold days and starkly gorgeous mid-century architecture. Along with every flouncy detail comes a certain sharpness, and the model's beauty takes on a serious and learned quality, connoting images of flowers—not real flowers, but technical pictures of them, rising up from slides and textbooks.

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Anna Telcs is the subject of Marti Jonjak's Worn Out column this week—Telcs, the designer to Implied Violence and Saint Genet; Telcs, the gorgeous wraithlike presence that floats across the city. To make her clothing, she uses dog hair and pheasant pelts, stolen communion wafers and caul fat. Her story is here.

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There was so much going for 1978. Tab. Warhol and Jerry Hall. Saturday Night Fever and disco sun rays and pale pink fancy cocaine. Marti Jonjak writes about the Seattle designer who brings it all into the present, Margie Brzezinski.

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Marti Jonjak is here to help, with her story on local designers in this past week's paper. I love her description of a shirt by Cameroon-born Seattle designer Boma Cho:

Cho once created the most perfect garment in the world, starting with a vintage men's casual shirt—made of an oddly spongy synthetic, in a gruesome pale coral, with stark white stitching and short sleeves topped with epaulets. His lightly creepy Eastern Orthodox–style Jesus print lurked at the hem, off center, swirling with halos, and the contrasting styles invited a nice mix of connotations: drug trips, circus peanuts, big-game hunters, crucifixes, and retirees.

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• Boma Cho, orthodox-y.

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He's an international style icon! Via the LATimes.com:

South Koreans buy tons of Apple products, but, style-wise, the jeans are the new hip thing.

A poll taken by Shinsegae, a major department store here, found that the Jobs-inspired 501 look was one of the hottest sellers this year.

At $150 per pair here, the jeans cost almost as much as one of Apple’s technology products.

"In the case of Levi’s 501 jeans, they were sold out for four days at Shinsegae’s [flagship] store after Jobs passed away Oct. 5," said one store official.

They could do worse.

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In this week's column, Marti Jonjak describes the work of local designer Michael Cepress, who creates in paper, using "the actual shirtfronts and collars made of white paper worn during the turn of the century"—and who, also, plainly knows how to direct the use of nude lipstick in a photo shoot.

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...draw upon the "nonsense and weird and funny" stylings of Asian street fashion—with everything singsongy and heavily bright, and many details pulled from doll clothes: pork-chop pockets, Peter Pan collars, bib tops, and large plastic buttons, like toy parts. There are also suggestions of obi belts and mandarin gowns, pulled smoothly from the past, and silhouettes mimicking the costumes in kung fu movies: high-waist slacks, trim-fit with wide splaying hems, and bloated sleeves floating up.

Peoples uses old sheet fabric, but not full old designs, which have embedded in them "the BO of strangers." (I love reading Marti Jonjak.)

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• Cement everywhere.

To actualize her vision, Marian Sterling worked punishing hours, but her story is inspirational—summoning memories of those suffocating and joyful moments when you find yourself actually going after what you want, and the decent world is sleeping, and nothing seems quite real. "There was this little bench in the sewing studio, and when early morning came, I'd sleep for an hour or two, then I'd get up and do it all over again," she says.

Lady M is Marian's haute dresswear line—marked by dramatic silhouettes that should seem silly, but because they are so skillfully structured, they become something quite different: crisp and somber and neatly carved. The looks are immediately futuristic, suggesting architecture, sludgy industrial scenes, and cement everywhere, blanketing all surfaces.

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Marti Jonjak profiles the Seattle designers Chemical Wedding—and visits their creepy living room, where...

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Are you a grungy mess? Do you need some new glamorous items to impress at your holiday-season parties? The Goodwill Glitter Sale is this weekend, with all sorts of clothes and shoes and jewelry and handbags to spiff you up.

The Glitter Sale runs Sat-Sun Nov 12-13, 9 am-6 pm at the Dearborn Goodwill.

UPDATE: "Tons of fucking sequins!"

Go see.

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In this week's Worn Out, Marti Jonjak takes a look at Seattle writer Ali Basye's book on the sometimes casually bloody, punishing history of the skirt. Jonjak writes,

Is this real? There is nothing to do but stare at the words on the page. They stare right back at you.

Scream!

You have to see it! It's pretty amazing:

A former white supremacist gang leader has undergone months of painful laser treatment to erase hate-filled tattoos from his face.

Bryon Widner, for years an "enforcer" for some of America's most notorious racist groups, shunned his beliefs after marrying but struggled to get a job due to his appearance.
He was so desperate to hide his tattoos he even contemplated using acid to disfigure himself but eventually found a sponsor for expensive laser treatment.
The process, which cost $32,400 (£20,233), was so painful that he had to be put under general anaesthetic each time and it took 25 operations over 16 months before it was complete.

Widner still has racist tattoos on other parts of his body, one of which is "Thug Reich" on his stomach. It is curious that a leading white supremacist shamelessly copied the black rapper Tupac—he had "Thug Life" on his stomach