He’s framed in a medium close-up against a matte electric blue studio backdrop, standing with squared shoulders and arms crossed like he’s guarding some unspoken secret. He’s wearing an oversized black varsity jacket with silver leather sleeves and white block lettering stitched across the back, unzipped to flash a bubblegum pink mesh tank clinging tight to his torso. His low-rise wide-leg jeans are distressed denim with bleach splashes and a neon green grommet belt slung low, revealing a thick black waistband stamped with bold white text. His hair is dyed a blazing cherry red, spiked high with visible dark roots and styled to look like flames licking the edges of his head. On his face, plastic white wraparound sunglasses are pushed halfway down his nose, while layered silver chains clink softly at his collarbone. His gaze is apathetic, and his lips press flat—he owns the shot with a cool, confrontational stance. The grainy softness of the digital capture lends a tactile authenticity to the Y2K vibe.
—casual candid early-2000s Y2K snapshot, grainy softness