So I was grabbing my usual oat milk latte at that corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the aggressively minimalist decor, and I couldn’t help but notice something. It wasn’t just the usual sea of oversized blazers and wide-leg trousers, though those are still holding strong, bless them. No, there was this quiet little shift happening. More people were looking… put together, but in a way that felt less like they were trying to win a ‘Quiet Luxury’ award and more like they’d actually enjoyed getting dressed. A sense of playful intention, maybe. I saw this girl in the queue, she had on these amazing cargo pants—not the…