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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
Style Icon: Jennifer Herrema
Up until a year ago I hadn't thought about Jennifer Herrema in a long time - she was just the girl from Royal Trux, the one who kind of skulked around the stage looking deeply scary and strung-out in her sunglasses and poncho the only time I ever saw the Trux live (fall of '98, in Boston). But then her latest solo record (RTX's Western Exterminator) came out last March and I kind of went bananas over Jennifer, quickly claiming her as my number-one style idol in the world ever - like, to the point where I can't even imagine how I ever got by without her.
It's mostly got to do with the way she smashes together every look I gravitate toward most: Southern California surf/skate scrappiness, mellowed-out beach-rat grunge, full-on 70s-rock-style glam. Take, for instance, a signature outfit Jennifer broke down for The Wit of the Staircase last year: Powell-Peralta Bones Brigade t-shirt, baja hoodie from the Salvation Army, black Levi's cords, down vest, snakeskin boots. And you know she decked it all out with lots of clunky metallic jewelry, and possibly a few animal pelts. And that hair! The hair itself is an accessory. I would kill for that hair. In fact, I think maybe Jennifer Herrema's hair might be my spirit animal.
I still find her deeply scary: When I went to see her at Safari Sam's last year I resisted taking too many pictures, out of fear that maybe she might rip my lungs out or something. (I did manage to snap that stage shot below, however.) For more of the scariness, check out this video from '95, then go get yourself a huge-ass fake-fur coat to go with your tight-as-hell, slightly shredded stonewashed jeans. And while you're at it pick up a copy of Royal Trux's Cats and Dogs and listen to "The Spectre" till your ears fall off.
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