A guide to finding your mess.

Welcome to your ongoing style identity crisis. Let’s be real: figuring out your aesthetic in 2025 is basically a full-time spiral.
Fashion isn’t about rules anymore. Was it ever? It’s about mood swings, micro-trends and dressing like the inside of your Notes app.

This isn’t a guide to box you in or tell you who you are. It’s more like your next meltdown, laid out with options.
Because right now, the best style is a glitchy, hot mess of whatever makes you feel like you.

But if you’re curious to figure out your dominant aesthetic, your main persona in this whole
beautiful disaster,here’s our not-so-serious, slightly chaotic guide.

For the ones who still miss Tumblr before it got weird. Who wear last night’s eyeliner to brunch. Who treat messy as a
fashion category because it absolutely is. Indie Sleaze is the energy of dancing too hard at a warehouse party then walking home
at sunrise in someone else’s sunglasses.

It’s blurry flash photos, cigarettes halfway gone, Polaroids that end up on your wall for months. The MGMT effect.
American Apparel after midnight. It’s Alexa Chung at 3am, Sky Ferreira on stage with mascara halfway down her face.
Early-2010s chaos that didn’t need a selfie ring light to break the internet.

Think sheer layers under graphic tees, micro shorts over ripped tights, beat-up creepers, a vintage jacket that’s technically not yours.
Nothing matches, everything clashes, and somehow that’s what makes it so good. You don’t dress for Instagram. You dress for the afters, the blurry bathroom mirror pic, the cigarette snap that’s more art than memory. It’s chaotic, magnetic, and slightly unhinged in the best way.

Forget the bubblegum version. This is Y2K with a snarl. A little darker, a little brattier, a lot more fun.

You wake up and choose drama. Not the toxic kind, the tiny top, low-rise pants, bedazzled flip phone kind. If your vibe is part Bratz doll,
part MySpace queen, you’re probably deep in your Y2K era. You talk fast, text faster, flirt like it’s a sport, and ghost people just for the plot. Being too much isn’t something you worry about, it’s literally the goal.

Think low-rise chaos paired with chunky highlights, butterfly clips that have survived three nights out, shrunken graphic tees,
chunky platforms, rhinestones, dark shades, and an overall energy that says the camera is always on. Because it kind of is. It’s low-res paparazzi drama turned into an aesthetic. You’re the main character, probably late, definitely up to something.

If Indie Sleaze is the morning after a dirty gig, Tech Cyberpunk is gearing up for a ravein a neon-lit
asementor maybe getting ready to hack a dystopian mainframe at 2am.

This is where mesh, straps, metallics and hardware all collide. It’s outfits stacked with tactical pockets that don’t hold anything
but look like they should. Reflective surfaces catching club strobes. You’re basically dressing like a glitch in the system. A little VR,
a little Blade Runner, a lot Berlin warehouse at 5am.

The vibe is dark on purpose. Slick hair, sharp eyeliner, boots made for stomping not strolling. It’s the future but corrupted.
Like you’re running on glitch-core code and ready to short-circuit someone’s night. Who cares if it’s 30 degrees.
Breathable fabrics are overrated when your look could trigger a minor cyber rebellion.

Imagine the coquette look if it had a streak of eyeliner tears and ghosted boys for sport. Tiny lace skirts, delicate bows,
corset tops, all paired with dark lipstick, scuffed boots, tattoos and an eye-roll sharp enough to kill.

It’s a little Wednesday Addams, a little soft-grunge Tumblr. A cigarette balanced between manicured fingers, a half smile
that’s anything but innocent, a diary full of chaos. Ballet flats with ripped fishnets, sheer slips under oversized leather, pink hair hiding
under a hoodie. Pretty, but with a pulse that’s definitely not pure.

This is for the ones who like to flirt then vanish. Who steal your hoodie and never give it back.
Who live for moody playlists and film photos that look haunted.

Honestly, you don’t have to pick. That’s the best part. Fashion right now is a messy collage of whatever makes you feel like the hot, slightly chaotic version of yourself. Mix Y2K micro tops with a cyberpunk harness. Pair a delicate lace cami with ripped tights and creepers stolen from an Indie Sleaze afters. Throw it all together and walk out like you invented it.

And if you got to the end of this guide still not sure which one you are, that’s actually a good sign. It means you’re probably all of them, or none at all, and that’s exactly what keeps it interesting.