What was I up to in 1998? I was in third grade and I remember being good at spelling. Being able to memorize a sequence of letters correctly was a skill that would be useful in a career in cryptography that I would never pursue.
Meanwhile in the grand scheme of things… We all saw Titanic and A Bug’s Life. Erap is the new president. Liza Soberano is born! Also, RIP Babalu.
What was Lotta Volkova up to in 1998? A beaming adolescent, she was leaning off a ledge, gesturing to rock on.
This gem of a throwback has too many layers and we have too little time.
The hair. Being a bleach-blonde is not easy. I’ve tried it. Sarah Jessica Parker has tried it. It takes a certain degree of dedication and wealth. Unless you’re a Rachel Zoe assistant circa whenever it was, a mature, sophisticated bleach-blonde would go for slightly darker roots and painterly coloring, whether it is accomplished by way of balayage, or just often-enough DIY touchups that organically give you those ’98 Lotta highlights.
The nails. They’re blue! I remember girls were all about nails when Eva Chen was still a thing. I say we bring it back! The Les jeans de Chanel nail polish pack from 2017 deserves an unearthing.
The tank. Kate Moss is not the only human who can wear a white tank top. You can, too! In related rumination, I think the single best thing about the headstrong ’90s revival of the 2010’s is I can wear a plain Hanes shirt out, look totally underdressed, and not care. Sting once wore a gray T-shirt front row at Fashion Week. I’ll happily say pass on the Harry Styles pussy bow for now.
The film. Finally, that luminous date stamp, that bespeckling of film grain, that soft, soft light! Why risk revealing to the world your pores on an iPhone 11 selfie when you can look like you’ve been touched by an angel on a film cam snap? #FilmIsNotDead. #35mm. Bring on the hashtags!
Will Lotta make it to Vogue’s Best Beauty Instagrams of the Week? Place your bets! Don’t worry, I have no affiliations with the PCSO.