About a week ago, I found myself in the Delta line at London Gatwick Airport. It was 7.00am, eyes were drooping, and any thoughts of sartorial awareness couldn't have been further from my mind. Then I noticed a bloke, he was dressed in a cream linen suit and brown suede shoes. The open-necked, light blue shirt, was topped off with a dark blue pocket square. He literally stood out like a beacon in Terminal 4.
I scanned the gigantic hall for his equivalent, but couldn't find a single person who wasn't dressed, like myself, as a slob. This was not judgement on my part, just an observation at how this bloke literally owned that hall. Of course, my immediate thought was that maybe I'd ingested too much FL and SF opinion. But here's the weird thing: it wasn't just me that noticed it. I observed plenty of women, ever so furtively eyeing him up. It was fascinating to watch the affect he was having on other passengers. One lady, who was with her husband, kept looking over and around him to get a better look. The husband had no idea what she was looking at, and probably though she was checking flight times. Then there were a couple of older ladies, who silently pointed and nodded approvingly. The fact is: many folk (men and women) in that terminal were very much aware of one lone individual, not making a display, but going about his daily business.
As I said, I'm not judging anybody here (have you seen my avatar?), just noticing how some people have 'it'.
Lear (the ugly one)
I scanned the gigantic hall for his equivalent, but couldn't find a single person who wasn't dressed, like myself, as a slob. This was not judgement on my part, just an observation at how this bloke literally owned that hall. Of course, my immediate thought was that maybe I'd ingested too much FL and SF opinion. But here's the weird thing: it wasn't just me that noticed it. I observed plenty of women, ever so furtively eyeing him up. It was fascinating to watch the affect he was having on other passengers. One lady, who was with her husband, kept looking over and around him to get a better look. The husband had no idea what she was looking at, and probably though she was checking flight times. Then there were a couple of older ladies, who silently pointed and nodded approvingly. The fact is: many folk (men and women) in that terminal were very much aware of one lone individual, not making a display, but going about his daily business.
As I said, I'm not judging anybody here (have you seen my avatar?), just noticing how some people have 'it'.
Lear (the ugly one)
