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Taking out a recent commission by @mg.bespoke around Milano, an intentional blend of British structure and American ease. Suit is a cut as a classic 3-roll-2 in Fox Brothers 1772 chalk stripe flannel, paired with forward pleats and finished with cuffs for timeless balance and movement. Shirt is a bespoke shirt by @mg.bespoke. A beautiful cream with a aggressive collar with hidden buttons. Tie is a bespoke @emarinella 9cm blade tie in a brown and blue motif. Excuse the high pocket square...
Taking out a recent commission by @mg.bespoke around Milano, an intentional blend of British structure and American ease. Suit is a cut as a classic 3-roll-2 in Fox Brothers 1772 chalk stripe flannel, paired with forward pleats and finished with cuffs for timeless balance and movement. Shirt is a bespoke shirt by @mg.bespoke. A beautiful cream with a aggressive collar with hidden buttons. Tie is a bespoke @emarinella 9cm blade tie in a brown and blue motif. Excuse the high pocket square...
Taking out a recent commission by @mg.bespoke around Milano, an intentional blend of British structure and American ease. Suit is a cut as a classic 3-roll-2 in Fox Brothers 1772 chalk stripe flannel, paired with forward pleats and finished with cuffs for timeless balance and movement. Shirt is a bespoke shirt by @mg.bespoke. A beautiful cream with a aggressive collar with hidden buttons. Tie is a bespoke @emarinella 9cm blade tie in a brown and blue motif. Excuse the high pocket square...

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Taking out a recent commission by @mg.bespoke around Milano, an intentional blend of British structure and American ease. Suit is a cut as a classic 3-roll-2 in Fox Brothers 1772 chalk stripe flannel, paired with forward pleats and finished with cuffs for timeless balance and movement. Shirt is a bespoke shirt by @mg.bespoke. A beautiful cream with a aggressive collar with hidden buttons. Tie is a bespoke @emarinella 9cm blade tie in a brown and blue motif. Excuse the high pocket...
a black car is parked on the side of the street

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Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova
Early morning meetings @pasticceriacova

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Friends in all sizes, big and small.
Friends in all sizes, big and small.
Friends in all sizes, big and small.
Friends in all sizes, big and small.
Friends in all sizes, big and small.

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Friends in all sizes, big and small.
In bloom 🌸
In bloom 🌸

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Welcoming the linen and saying farewell to the tweed

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Welcoming the linen and saying farewell to the tweed
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
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A weekend break at @lecafenicolasrouzaud in the always charming @burlingtonarcade. I may have found my new people watching coffee spot. 🥐☕ #londoncafe #mayfair #londoncoffeeshops #burlingtonarcade
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The trees are starting to bud and the classics are out from under wraps. #rollsroyce #classicrollsroyce
The trees are starting to bud and the classics are out from under wraps. #rollsroyce #classicrollsroyce
The trees are starting to bud and the classics are out from under wraps. #rollsroyce #classicrollsroyce

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The trees are starting to bud and the classics are out from under wraps. #rollsroyce #classicrollsroyce
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
Up and over the Alps
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Up and over the Alps
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café we...
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An early start along the northern edge of Lake Como, the water flat and silver in the morning light, then over the border into Switzerland and down Lake Lugano. Lugano feels like Italy at first. The language, the buildings, the cafés, the easy pace all familiar, only the flag differs. To begin, a long morning coffee at Grand Café al Porto, no rush. A few "sciure" follow suit, draped in fur and quiet designer labels, elegant without trying, slipping into their habitual seats as if the café...
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.

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Early mornings on the top of Lake Como, waking up to the snow, fog, and the sound of boats.
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and geogr...
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An evening in Bergamo, just forty minutes from Milan. Along the old Venetian Walls of Bergamo, the city stretches below, hidden under a layer of fog. Built by the Republic of Venice in the 16th century, the walls cut commandingly through the haze as you enter. A quick meander through town, then into an osteria. A plate of casoncelli arrives. Little pockets of pasta stuffed with meat and amaretti, slicked with brown butter and sage, unapologetically rich. It’s food shaped by climate and...
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Coats and cameras. Especially enjoying the wardrobe change and trying out the @mg.bespoke brand new polo coat at the most applicable polo tournament to wear one @snowpolostmoritz. #polocoat #camelcoat #Burberry #StMoritz #bespokecoat
Coats and cameras. Especially enjoying the wardrobe change and trying out the @mg.bespoke brand new polo coat at the most applicable polo tournament to wear one @snowpolostmoritz. #polocoat #camelcoat #Burberry #StMoritz #bespokecoat
Coats and cameras. Especially enjoying the wardrobe change and trying out the @mg.bespoke brand new polo coat at the most applicable polo tournament to wear one @snowpolostmoritz. #polocoat #camelcoat #Burberry #StMoritz #bespokecoat
Coats and cameras. Especially enjoying the wardrobe change and trying out the @mg.bespoke brand new polo coat at the most applicable polo tournament to wear one @snowpolostmoritz. #polocoat #camelcoat #Burberry #StMoritz #bespokecoat

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Coats and cameras. Especially enjoying the wardrobe change and trying out the @mg.bespoke brand new polo coat at the most applicable polo tournament to wear one @snowpolostmoritz. #polocoat #camelcoat #Burberry #StMoritz #bespokecoat

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