Where do you start with a man like Julio Iglesias? He speaks nine languages, outsold Michael Jackson at the height of his career, and regularly packed stadiums of over 100,000 people. He has a law degree, wears Zegna and Loro Piana like they were made for him specifically, and steps off his private Gulfstream drinking Domaine de la Romanée-Conti before walking straight into a sold-out show.

When he’s not on stage, he’s picking up estates in Tahiti and Ibiza, filling them with dogs, and lets not forget he casually owns an international airport. World leaders received him like a head of state. Every woman over 25 with a television set was completely gone for him. He even sold out venues in Catalonia, which anyone who knows Catalonia will tell you is no small thing.

Before any of it, he was a professional goalkeeper at Real Madrid when a car accident ended that chapter and pointed him toward music. He’s got one of the best voices of the generation, and pairs that with his permanent, deep mediterranean tan that looks like it was earned over several lifetimes on a sun-drenched terrace somewhere off the Greek islands.

So, without further ado, here are the archives of Julio Iglesias, the King of Class.