The scene: modern-day Milan.
The breakdown: you’ve just finished taking down an elite Russian task force using nothing but a brick of charcoal, a Swiffer WetJet and a cup of espresso.
And now, you’re late for a date.
Good thing you’re already dressed for the occasion...
Mostly because that familiar safe house of Bond-like joie de vivre and over a century’s worth of sartorial Italian swagger has finally landed in Buckhead. But you can just call it Ermenegildo Zegna, now open.
By now, you know that if a rogue band of secret agents started a country club in Italy, the dress code would probably look a lot like this. So after fighting off the throngs at Lenox Square, you’ll casually decamp to the luxury wing and step into an aptly refined sanctuary of dark wood and maroon carpeted floors dotted with dark leather chairs.
You’ll want to take a little time to navigate through the labyrinth of diamond-studded cufflinks, seersucker silk blazers and Quindici ties hand-printed in Lake Como (and a level of personal service that you somehow found lacking online). But at the end of the day, you came for what’s in the back-right corner—row after row of fine Italian suitery. And a highly pedigreed tailor who would like a word.
So the two of you will sip on espresso and San Pellegrino before grabbing a seat on those chocolate leather chairs for an impromptu discussion about the ins and outs of Zero Weight and Microsilk technology.
Or he can just measure you.
The breakdown: you’ve just finished taking down an elite Russian task force using nothing but a brick of charcoal, a Swiffer WetJet and a cup of espresso.
And now, you’re late for a date.
Good thing you’re already dressed for the occasion...
Mostly because that familiar safe house of Bond-like joie de vivre and over a century’s worth of sartorial Italian swagger has finally landed in Buckhead. But you can just call it Ermenegildo Zegna, now open.
By now, you know that if a rogue band of secret agents started a country club in Italy, the dress code would probably look a lot like this. So after fighting off the throngs at Lenox Square, you’ll casually decamp to the luxury wing and step into an aptly refined sanctuary of dark wood and maroon carpeted floors dotted with dark leather chairs.
You’ll want to take a little time to navigate through the labyrinth of diamond-studded cufflinks, seersucker silk blazers and Quindici ties hand-printed in Lake Como (and a level of personal service that you somehow found lacking online). But at the end of the day, you came for what’s in the back-right corner—row after row of fine Italian suitery. And a highly pedigreed tailor who would like a word.
So the two of you will sip on espresso and San Pellegrino before grabbing a seat on those chocolate leather chairs for an impromptu discussion about the ins and outs of Zero Weight and Microsilk technology.
Or he can just measure you.
