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In the early 2000s, US President Bill Clinton addressed a trend he found to be worrying enough to warrant a national address: “glorifying death is not good for any society.”

He was talking about “heroin chic,” the aesthetic based on strung-out models who were often high on opiates. They had under-eye bags, were most often seen with a cigarette in their hands, and famously ate very little. Kate Moss was arguably the poster girl of this when she said “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” It was a time of supermodel sadness, a death drive that got aestheticized not only in America but in the larger world bent on glamorizing the destruction of women as desirable.

Since then, we’ve made much headway into the conversation about body image, fashion, capitalism, and visual representations of culture, and everyone agreed that heroin chic wasn’t a good thing to glamorize.

Now, the 2000s have made a comeback, and the Y2K aesthetic is chic once more. Charms, baby tees, bright colors, micro skirts, low-rise jeans and beads are in. Slowly but surely, all of it has also led to a resurgence of heroin chic, as reflected in trending TikTok searches by today’s youth. But heroin chic has never just been about the aesthetic — it’s about privileging the hyper-skinny “heroin chic” body-type.

“It was less about fashion and more about celebrating thin bodies. In fact, the body was the fashion,” wrote Meaghan Ray, in Fashion Magazine. Today, the Y2K aesthetic pretends to reclaim heroin chic by infusing it with color and kitsch, but it still valorizes thinness to an arguably much greater degree than ever. Nostalgia for this aesthetic, combined with social media filters and algorithms mimicking these trends, are a deadly combination — one never seen before.

And perhaps none of this should surprise us. For one, nostalgia has always worked this way. We look back to the past during times of unease but often forget the ills that characterized the era. “The correct cuttings and pastings of fashion, the consumption of products whose value has been wildly inflated in the retro market: the most banal efforts of the heroic consumer are rendered as some artistic ‘statement.’ One exudes the stylistic elements of an era without bearing any of its historical costs,” wrote Tom Vanderbilt in The Baffler.

And indeed, heroin chic was historical. It arose during a time of recession, economic austerity, and bleakness fuelled by unrealized aspirations and hopes of the 80s — leading to an overall embrace of nihilism and dishevelment that became chic. “They wanted to reclaim the body from the “dictates of fashion” and the “rationality of science,'” noted one paper on the subject. “Grunge, indie rock, riot grrrl, and later heroin chic were all anti-fashion movements; an antithesis to the
spectacle of traditional fashion.”

Ironically, the reclamation of heroin chic and the slow embrace of thinness is rooted in spectacle — it would not exist without platforms that provide a gaze to witness the transformation of the body, the appearance. If heroin chic was about rejecting fashion’s constraints and hurling into hedonistic defeatism, the 2020s era is about being looked at as confirmation of one’s existence. We’re in an age of hyper-perception as the guiding reality; and fashion, accordingly, is optimized for visibility for its own sake. We have no choice, then, but to pick from the past — and what overwhelmingly stands out is thinness as an ideal.