There is something I have become aware of.
But on the other hand, maybe I have been aware of it the whole time but not singled it out.
Movement.
Movement as style.
I have singled it out now.
Moved it up higher on the ‘observation factor.’
I have always loved style.
What people wear.
How they wear it.
Colours.
Layers.
Combinations.
I borrow from it.
Get inspiration.
But I leave movement alone.
I leave that with them.
It is theirs, and theirs alone.
The way they walk.
The way they ride.
The way they move.
It is something they have curated.
Something they have naturally.
Something they chose to focus on.
It does not matter.
It is theirs.
Admire it.
There is a guy on my street.
He has the style down, like down, down.
But what he has down even more is his walk.
I smile when he walks by.
There is nothing else you can do.
Smile and appreciate.
True style is not just seen, it is felt.
It is the quiet power of presence.
‘The Effortless Grace of Someone Who Owns Their Space’
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‘Dress Confidently. Ride Boldly. Ride YOU.’