London
Fog, Savile Row, and a private club that definitely didn’t put you on the list — until you smiled like you owned the decade.
World Tour
Chapters in glorious misbehavior
Six cities. Zero good judgment. Maximum velvet.
Vegas
Neon as a love language. The house always wins; you just look better losing at 4 a.m. in a gold-button blazer.
Tokyo
Precision nightlife. You order the wrong thing with perfect manners and somehow become a regular by sunrise.
Ibiza
Sunset sermons, white linen, and a boat you shouldn’t have chartered. The Mediterranean forgives; your calendar does not.
Bangkok
Heat, neon rivers, and street food that remakes your personality. Degeneracy here is humid and highly recommended.
Miami
Pastel crime scenes and rooftop negotiations. You toast the skyline like it owes you money. It might.