Some men walk into a room. Others arrive. At the Campari Lounge during the 82nd Venice Film Festival, Alessio Filippelli did the latter—slipping into the scene with the quiet confidence of someone who knows the camera finds him even when he isn’t looking for it.
Forget the red carpet—this was intimacy on another level. Against the lounge’s signature crimson glow, Filippelli embodied the ultimate cocktail of elegance and intrigue. The tailoring was sharp, the silhouette precise, the attitude smooth enough to order a Campari cocktail without ever speaking the word “shaken.” If James Bond were to trade MI6 for La Serenissima, he would look exactly like this.
What makes Filippelli’s presence magnetic is the balance: he pairs that polished exterior with a disarming Italian warmth, the kind that softens sharp edges and draws people in like a well-kept secret. At Campari, every glance became a scene, every smile a close-up.
Because at Venice, style is a language—and Alessio Filippelli is fluent in both elegance and allure.
Wearing The Royals Paris with photography by Imad Skhairi
