When I lived in Montreal, in the mid 1980s, Stephen Sprouse was the rage. I remember loving his graffiti-print clothes and was utterly thrilled when I found a jumpsuit that riffed on the above color and print.
The jumpsuit was made in Paris and was on deep sale, probably because it was challenging to wear. Maybe Montrealers didn't want to have letters all over their clothing; maybe that language law business was an influence; who knows?
In any case, it definitely had more letters on it than does this vintage Sprouse swimsuit, above.
The jumpsuit, my jumpsuit, had a halter top with a modest circular neckline that buttoned in back. It had a definite waist, no belt, and the trouser portion was slightly cropped, with a gently flared hem.
Just looking at this tiny swimsuit makes me happy, though its letters form a very short story indeed. An endnote, perhaps?
A Stephen Sprouse sketch. And maybe a novel.