Granted, this catalog spread is designed to sell expensive Lagerfield bathing suits to women of high-end tastes, but even for men of quite commonly naughty taste, the sight of Bond girl Berenice Marlohe dolled up in a swimsuit feels like it could be for me.
Like I could be standing there by the beach motel in my trunks while Berenice steps out made up in this number and asks me if I remembered the cooler full of Pacificos and the Slim Jims. It could happen. Maybe. Maybe. Enjoy.