It’s hard to know where to start in this full scan of a summer 1999 Delia’s (EXCUSE ME! dELiA*s!) catalog. Suffice it to say that I would have been happy on any of my best days in the late 1990s to even so much as remotely resemble any human being pictured on those pages. Such effortless cool. Such wide flares. Such chunky soles.

(Thanks to Lindsay for bringing this to my attention and to Melissa Aquino for blessing us with this treasure trove of sartorial adolescent memories in the first place.)