The sharp shoulders and straight lines of this trench are more Inspector Clouseau than Jef Costello, less thug than private eye. It's just the thing for wandering through rain-slicked alleys under the orange glow of street lamps in hot pursuit of the Pink Panther, shoulders stiff and hands thrust deep into pockets, eyes darting back and forth while searching for clues to the whereabouts of the wily and elusive feline foe. It might be a stretch, but I can't help but think it's more than a coincidence that the style name for this Whyszeck trench is Peter (as in Sellers, perhaps).
Whyszeck Peter Trench, $289 @ 111vox.
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