Oh wait, this is the same jacket that one dude with the license to kill wears sometimes when it’s cold out? That may or may not add to the cache of this take on the peacoat from Billy Reid, but who cares because this is a fucking sick jacket. The peak lapels are the international symbol for “I’m about to fuck something up in a really classy, but still highly destructive manner. It might be the foreign relations of Great Britain or the vagina of an impossibly hot European woman.”
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