When style wasn't a choice

There was a time when style wasn't built.

It wasn't sought.
It wasn't studied.
It wasn't explained.

It just was.

Italian summers weren't something to talk about.
They were simply lived.

Terraces open to the sea, slow afternoons, days that didn't need plans.
There was no rush to show off. No need to prove anything.

Those who were there, were truly there.

Luxury wasn't discussed.
It wasn't necessary.

It was recognized.

In glances, in details, in silences.
In a way of being, even before a way of dressing.

It was a natural elegance.
One that doesn't stem from a choice, but from a certainty.

Today, everything is faster. More exposed. More constructed.

But some things don't change.

They remain.

Not for everyone.
But for those who recognize them.