This time, I'm taking you on a road trip. Not your average alcohol-fueled, Journey mix-taped, sweat-stained, Route Soixante-Six, beat-up old Chevy
college road trip. I'm talking a classy ride - a '55 Mercedes 300SL or '65 Aston Martin DB5 Vantage -, a dandy get-up, a bottle of chilled Bollinger and a creamy leather weekend bag in the boot.
Follow me.
Act III of V
"Road Romance"
You get in. Slam the door. Full throttle. Nowhere to go but ahead.
As the road winds up the viridian hill, you let a little smile flash across your face. The swirling wind messes up your perfectly tousled hair, but you don't care. A cigarette dangles from your lip as you hum a tune.
On a fast track to nowhere. And you love it.
Shirt: Paul Smith
Trousers: Burberry Prorsum
Shoes: Bottega Veneta
Sunglasses: LGR
Travel bag: Balenciaga
Belt: Ralph Lauren
Scarf: H&M
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