At the street corner of the city, the gray of the building and the deep black of the door outline a calm backdrop. He leans against the door, and the tough lines of his denim jacket neutralize the softness of his inner wear. His black trousers and leather shoes firmly support his casual posture. With his baseball cap pulled low, he hides his gaze, yet the sense of relaxation that permeates his whole body can’t be concealed.
The coffee cup in his hand exudes a plain white glow, echoing the black bag at his feet emblazoned with “ALLSAINTS LONDON”, as if silently telling the fashion code in daily life. The mottled graffiti on the wall is an impromptu creation of the city, and he is the protagonist of this street scene. He blends the retro charm of denim and the simple stylishness into the laziness of the afternoon. Every detail seems to be saying: fashion has never been a deliberate pile-up, but rather, just standing there at ease, one becomes the footnote of the aesthetics of life. Even the passing wind can’t help but linger for a few more seconds for this sense of relaxation and style.
