Bernardo Rojo for Joseph Abboud is a collection all about luxuriousness. See how we spell words out when we're really talking about wealth? This ain't no Macy's shit. Is it just me or are some of the best collections feeling a bit more futuristic than ever before? Like, a future that takes into account menswear’s fascination with Italian fabrics and attention to expensiveness and combines it with minimal, muted looks that you could totally wear to a party where you do drugs off a robot's anus. In these kinds of futuristic scenarios I feel like everyone is a private eye because in the future there’s always way more private eyes than you’d think. What's the fucking deal with that? I mean, that’s a cultural relic that you think would disappear by 2025. Evidently these future private eyes make a really good living because these garments are PROPER.