The flickering overhead fluorescents throw a restless glow on the cold steel panels spotted with worn screws as he stands steady in this vintage metal cage, his crisp short-sleeve shirt folding neatly over belted trousers tailored for an unforced elegance. The subtle grain of the fabric catches soft reflections while his rectangular glasses glint faintly, locking gaze with the phone held mid-chest as if caught mid-thought. His profile, firm and undistracted, cuts through the slight pulse of imperfect light, the smudged patch on the glass distorting a trace of the scene behind him. There's an easy confidence here, the quiet strength of timeless style meeting the occasional hiss of the elevator’s mechanical heart. —elevator mirror capture, urban chic on iPhone