Club Monaco teamed up with Lardini to make a bunch of jackets, linen trousers and a dope reversible trench so you can get your grown and sexy on. They shot the editorial at a really nice looking Italian restaurant, which makes complete fucking sense in case you're the type of guy who likes to question everything you see online because you're a worthless contrarian. I love a good ass Italian meal. One time, the squad all took an ill-advised trip to Florence, immediately bounced from our 17th century apartment that we almost burned thanks to a forgotten piece of toast and ate at a really great restaurant that had banging carafes of house red, all while wearing sportcoats. I seem to recall I even had on a Lardini jacket at the time. Despite how classy the restaurant was and how well we were all dressed, we still acted like complete fucking savages and made the entire room uncomfortable by stringing together, like, 3 hours of drunken expletives, but goddamn if that food wasn't spectacular. So yeah, cop you some Lardini, squad up and offend everyone in the nicest Italian restaurant in your town. I did it and just look at me now.
