Rome is definitely a business man, one who only wears Armani suits. The jacket showcases his broad shoulders from The Citta Del Vaticano to Stazione Termini and then tapers in perfectly at the waist.The Vittoriano and The Colosseo are the buttons, and his pocket square covers his heart of Villa Borgesse. If you look closely you can see his Bernini cuff links, what can I say the man’s sharp.
He’s not young, but he’s timeless in the way that men get, when they age well. He’s a lover of all things and all creatures fine. He is as chivalrous as the most well bread of gentlemen and as handsome as a Chianti Classico. He’s spicy and bold with tannins that are forgivingly arrogant.
His windy side streets, run like the perfect wrinkles, off of dark dancing eyes, showcasing his many personalities. His jaw line foreshadowns, his cunning whit. He can speak intelligently about any subject.
The Casanova before Casanova, you will fall in love with him the second you set foot on Via Del Corso, for better or worse. He is after all the quintessential Italian man.
Good luck girls,
-MC
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