The problem with "sporty" winter coats is they're awkwardly billowed, transforming the owner from capably adroit to woefully Stay-Puft. A warm man need not be a marshmallow man: Parajumpers, just arrived in NYC
The handiwork of Massimo Rossetti -- previously of Valentino/Benetton/Diesel -- PJs were inspired by the rugged outerwear of the Alaskan pararescue squadrons, warrior-medics trained to bail out those foolish enough to enter the wilderness wearing nothing but Valentino/Benetton/Diesel. Not including the leather pilot's number, the gear comes in three basic styles: parkas, jackets, and vests, each hotted up with Canadian goose down and fur-lined hoods -- detachable, lest someone confuse you for a club-packing member of the dreaded Inuit Kings. Additional touches include interior pockets for cell phones/iPods, removable Velcro logos, and a patented parachute hook (for hooking onto the emergency zip-line connecting your penthouse with Tad's Steaks).
Though Alaskan pararescuers would seem an endless source of inspiration, Rossetti'll use more familiar influences for his upcoming ski-wear line -- which you'll probably get lost while wearing, then wait in vain for the arrival of Vermont's unsung warrior/god's-eye-weavers, the 184th BirkenJumpers.