A sip of something cold. A silhouette in the dark. A turn on the toes, smooth and sharp. The era of swing, the dawn of cool. Look into the portal that takes you back to the discovery of suave. We bring you colors that flow like the rhythm of Jazz. Shapes so edgy they etch your presence in the space. Elegantly ornamented hinges remind you of Sinatra's finesse. Smooth curve of temples that never fail to astonish you. Embrace your statement and flaunt the retro in you.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
A sip of something cold. A silhouette in the dark. A turn on the toes, smooth and sharp. The era of swing, the dawn of cool. Look into the portal that takes you back to the discovery of suave.
We bring you colors that flow like the rhythm of Jazz. Shapes so edgy they etch your presence in the space. Elegantly ornamented hinges remind you of Sinatra's finesse. Smooth curve of temples that never fail to astonish you. Embrace your statement and flaunt the retro in you.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
'Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars'
O' didn't the lines take you back to the Sinatra shindigs?
Men dressed in suits, with an Old Fashioned in their
hands...irresistibly sleek. They know their worth,
dapper is the word for them.
What goes around comes around,
You pass a chit to catch their mind.
Oh so poor! They're don't mess with them savvy guns.
Beware, there they arrive. A shot in the dark,
they get it right. Boomerang is what we call them,
Boomerang, because they give it back,
Boomerang, because they live it
Hot summer highways, cruising on their choppers,
There's black in their bones and chrome on their skin,
They are fast, they define the road. The overlords of 66.
Hotter than the afternoon, blazing with a flare,
They rule the freeway, they're blazing on their ride.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world"
Bet you sang those lines in your head
in that warm, familiar, gravelly voice of Pops.
Or would you prefer Satchmo?
No? Louis Armstrong then?
Redefine class with charm and ease
and never look back.
This is your trip back to the days
when jazz ruled the radio and the style was
smooth and crisp.
With a pinstripe suit and Chelsea boots,
they seem like they're straight out of 1940s Chicago.
A dab of danger and a side of devilish charm,
they know their way around town.
They're who you call when you need
something done well.
They know how to polish rough edges
and cut through red tape.
They may not be John Dillinger or Capone,
but they prove that looks can, in fact, kill.
The clock strikes twelve
There's a splash in the river.
Lives young and free, they conquer the fear.
Chilly waters and numbness around, they're in it for the kick.
'You live only once', they say, going all out on a spree.
Yolo is the mantra, Yolo is a way of life.
From those who watched the first moon landing,
to those relying on social media for their news today,
the buzzword has always been... well, "Buzz".
From the second man on the moon, Buzz Aldrin,
to the haircut that all the boys wanted
after watching Brad Pitt in Fight Club,
or Beckham in the famous Red Number
Buzz is here to stay.
Bold, brave and beautiful,
Buzz is here to make noise.
We all know them. They have a comeback for everything.
Like Tony Stark when he's stuck between
a rock and a hard place,
determination and drive is never dampened.
In fact, they peak under fire.
With a mouth that's faster than Django
and a wit that's sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel,
they're ready for anything.
Their style is unapologetic and they take no prisoners.
Need we say more?
Bros walking out fresh and fly.
Hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up,
they roll up in black SUVs with bling on the wheels.
The night is theirs.
They know it. And so does everybody else.
Books, video games and a well-curated
comic book collection
that nobody else is allowed to get near.
Protective by nature, they're rarely alphas
but always a source of curiosity and intrigue.
Knowledge and wisdom place
higher than brawny flash.
More of a Clark Kent than a Superman,
style is about being subtle.
Red leather couches, sterling silver cutlery,
the smell of basil and red wine in the air.
Smoke billowing from robusto cigars, lit by
shaded lamps.
They're not your average Joes.
They know what they're capable of.
But do you want to find out?
If they happen to glance your way,
just raise your glass and tip your hat.
They're smooth and quiet - the strong and silent
guardians of their world.
"Well I stand up next a mountain,
and chop it down with the edge of my hand."
Imagine a Jimi Hendrix riff cutting through
the noise that is your life.
The sharp distortion just crashing through
the clutter of the mundane.
A hit of the familiar, mixed with a never-before feeling
that carries you up to the clouds.
Here, the world is strange, yet makes perfect sense.
Colours can sing and the music is transcendent.
The mantra is to keep it loose and flowy,
and not overthink anything.
The alpha, leader of the pack, top of the class,
ahead of the curve.
Born a leader with natural charisma and charm,
everything comes easy to this born leader.
Easy riding along the highway,
just two wheels and the open road.
The sun-kissed asphalt,
and the ocean's ritualistic ebb and flow -
all a part of the dream.
Easy-Breezy is the name of the game.
Taking no-trying-hard to the next level
and making it look oh so good.
