Before there were the legions of colorful Scandi Pinterest girls and old money aunties, the fashion set only relied on a handful of people designated as trendsetters and culture definers. These women, by and large stemming from early aughts hipster scenes throughout Los Angeles, Paris, and New York, were designated as It girls. And there was no one cooler than Chloë Sevigny.
In 1994, the New Yorker published a zany inside look at the cool-girl paradise of the time (read: the East Village party scene), crowned by then 19-year-old Sevigny. Her style, like most people, was at the heart of the zeitgeist following the post-’80s counter-culture movement. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana had come out a few years prior. Delia’s catalogs, filled with butterfly clips and platform boots, were being sent out to tween homes across America. Donald Trump was still a random businessman with political ambitions. All was (seemingly) well.
Sevigny’s classic style moments all border on the eclectic: soccer jerseys paired with high heels, Western cowboy boots with baby-doll dresses at red carpet premieres. Socks, sandals, and Miu Miu sets are all included. They’re all held together by her nonchalant, laid-back attitude. Every time she wears a sheer jumpsuit or unironic pair of biker shorts, it doesn’t feel like she’s trying too hard to feel cool. It just feels like her.
As a child who was way too young to have unrestricted access to the internet, I didn’t exactly know why Sevigny was famous when I constantly reblogged her on my Tumblr dashboard. All I knew was that she was cool, young, and exactly the woman I aspired to be in a “Lana Del Ray vinyl” way—opulent fur coats, glossy ballet slippers, close access to high-street designers, and cool men chain-smoking cigarettes in rock bands. Granted, I was literally 13, but somewhere deep down, I knew that New York’s favorite actress turned socialite turned fashion darling would continue to manifest herself in every aspect of my life.
