Despite possessing a frame that would suggest a strong gust of wind may blow him to Oz, the real ingenuity behind Luca Rubinacci’s tailoring is that he cuts his trousers to prioritize function over form: the bagginess doubles as a parachute-like device. So don’t worry if you ever see him floating around Italy—he’ll land safely.
But don’t ask me about this color combination. I have absolutely no explanation for this abomination.
So I’m gonna go ahead and throw the NTB flag at the big homie Lil Rubinacci. Scuffed up Sued loafers. 100 yard penalty, which hopefully places you back in the shop.
I’ve been getting more and more alley-oops lately. This is a movement.
In a sentence, it looks like he’s been stopping his Vespa with his feet, Flintstones style.