Y2K

Low-rise jeans, baby tees, tiny cardigans, cargo trousers, a tracksuit in a colour that could be described as pistachio. Hot pink, lime, chrome, baby blue and anything holographic.

Chunky platform trainers are a must. Bags are tiny and shiny. Sunglasses are tinted and small. Hair is in butterfly clips, claw clips or two little twists at the front. You love body glitter, glossy lips and a necklace with your initial on it. You hunt vintage pieces from the early 2000s and wear them with total confidence. Your outfits are playful and deliberate, and you know exactly which decade every item came from. You look like the music video, and you know it.

Inflatable chairs, a lava lamp, a beaded curtain and something in a translucent plastic. Your walls are pink, lilac or a very bold blue.

You love chrome, glass bricks and anything shaped like a bubble. There is a fluffy rug, a heart-shaped mirror and fairy lights in a colour that changes. Bubble letters spell something on the wall. You might own a vintage games console, a stack of CDs and a cordless phone you keep for the look. Cushions are faux fur. Furniture is curvy and colourful. Your bedroom is a mood board come to life, and your friends love getting ready there before a night out.

Early-2000s pop, R&B, girl groups, boy bands, garage and a ringtone you could still hum. Your playlist is a time machine with a good beat.

Weekends start with a charity-shop hunt and a trainer drop. You love a vintage market, a nail appointment, a photo booth and a night out at a club playing exactly the songs you grew up with. You make your friends pose for flash photos on a digital camera because the light is better. You host sleepovers at any age. Sunday is for a face mask, a reality show and a group chat with forty unread messages. You are always the one who knows where the party is, and the playlist is yours.

Beige from head to toe. A sensible coat. Anything described as timeless.

You would never be caught with a wardrobe that looks like a uniform or a house that looks like a waiting room. Minimalism makes you yawn. Serious, grown-up furniture is not your style. You avoid flat shoes without a platform, plain phone cases and any bag big enough to hold a laptop. You would never be caught taking a photo without a filter or a pose. And you would never be caught pretending you do not know all the words to that song from 2003. You know them. Everyone in the room knows you know them.

Hunt properly. The best Y2K pieces are real ones from the time, so learn the charity shops and markets near you, and go often.

Pick one statement item each season and build around it: the trainer, the bag, the jacket. Mix in a few grown-up basics, a good pair of jeans or a white tee, so the fun pieces shine. Make a digital camera your thing at parties and print the photos. Then host. A Y2K night with the right playlist, the right snacks and a dress code will make you a legend. The aesthetic at its best is about joy, nostalgia and not caring what anyone thinks, and you already do that brilliantly.