At indføre nye modeller af jakker og down-polstret frakke fra det canadiske firma Westcomb. Vi er alle kendt mærke Canada Goose, en førende inden for produktion af arktiske, høj kvalitet tøj for polære opdagelsesrejsende arbejder i ekstreme forhold i det nordlige Canada.

Designeren lavet Canada Goose jakker og mange andre mærker som Arcteryx, Otto Gear, besluttede at begynde at producere deres egen linje af tøj under mærket af Westcomb, på de samme planter i Canada ejet af hans far, nu producerer disse mærker ved hjælp af samme teknologi, materialer og kvalitet og Canada Goose jakker , men med en forskel.

Westcomb fokuserer på omfattende køber og er moderigtigt og stilfuldt tøj vist på de berømte catwalks og rangerer med Armany, Hugo Boss, Valentino, Donatella Versace, Prada, Dolce Gabbana & Mexx, Zara og Roberto Cavalli i modsætning til Canada Goose, oprindeligt lavet til industriel brug af fagfolk, opsynsmænd, militære og polære opdagelsesrejsende, altid giver emner af teknisk karakter.

Hvis du ønsker at se din bedste interesse og samtidig beskyttes mod lave købe temperaturer og vind Westcomb. Dette outfit viser perfekt din status og forskellen fra mennesker omkring dig.

Alle populære modeller kan du finde i vores butik, som garanterer ægtheden og kvaliteten af varerne. Et bredt udvalg af mænds og kvinders jakker, ned-polstret jakker, parkacoats.

Canada Goose er også kendt verden over som Outfitters gås er en af verdensførende i produktionen af varmt tøj. Den grundlæggende specifikation er produktionen af øget termisk modstand ned-polstret pels, tøj fra denne producent er sendt på en ekspedition, mange berømte videnskabsmænd, når udforske de nordlige områder af vores planet. Virksomheden blev grundlagt i år 1957 Sam Tick og blev oprindeligt kaldt den "sportstøj Metro (METRO SPORTSWEAR).

Virksomheden hedder "sportstøj Metro (METRO SPORTSWEAR) og producerer en varm dunede tøj. Brand name ændring opstod i år 2000, da det blev omdøbt til Canada Goose. Alle produkter er produceret i dag solgt under mærket Canada Goose jakker . Virksomheden er beliggende i Canada, og Hovedkontoret ligger i Toronto. Der er regionale kontorer i Stockholm, Sverige. Det er i 2010, virksomheden besluttet på at åbne et kontor uden for Canada, blev dette land valgt af Sverige. For virksomheden er beliggende i Sverige fokuserer al sin energi på at fremme brand i Europa. Også i år 2011, blev selskabet erhvervet af den faste tekniker, som i flere år har hjulpet sælge produkter på tværs af Europa. Nu er virksomhed Canada Goose en progressiv organisation, der gør fremragende produkter til sine kunder. I dag er den administrerende direktør Dani Reiss, der er også barnebarn af virksomhedens grundlægger.

Om gåsedun dyner hørt Montclair hver. Han giver 100 point foran en frakke eller jakke. Varm gåsedun jakker på for mænd og kvinder, jumpsuits Montclair børn længst opnået status som billede og fra sæson til sæson kun styrke den. Men som med alle kendte mærke falske her er mere end almindeligt. Invasion af dårlig kvalitet jakker markeret Moncler fra Kina og Korea daglige skade omdømmet af det italienske mærke. Og det er brand Moncler ned jakker tamp opfundet!

Som en pioner inden for udvikling af ned-polstret frakke, har Moncler lavet sin egen teknologi til håndtering af fnug, "pynt" jakker og sidestilles sport linje i high fashion, der på et tidspunkt var et gennembrud. I dag er internettet er fyldt med klager at "monklery" mister faconen efter vask, skamløst molt, klatre ned. Hvordan så? Kære selskab- og her er en skandale.

Fast Montclair har en interessant historie. Ned jakker er blevet en trend i 60 's, da sport blev populært blandt den europæiske elite. Tidligere kun turister og forskere har behov for pålidelige udstyr til barske bjergklima. Nu er det blevet moderne at bruge tid på Alpine feriesteder i gåsedun dyner Montclair. Eiderdown gjorde dem superteplymi og meget lys. Mærke designere viste sig varme jakker og mode skal have.

Montclair bar filmen diva Brigitte Bardot, gift med arabiske sheiker, millionærer, skuespillere og politikere. Fra sportswear blev han billede ting, der lægger vægt på den status og god smag.

Montclair i stigende grad optræder på podiet blinker på gaderne i store byer. Hynder blev moderne at kombinere med jeans, samt semi formel tøj.

I 2003 kom den nye revolution popularitet Moncler, og naturligvis omfattet talrige efterligninger fra Asien. Eksternt, falske er meget lig originalen, men varme muligheden for dens meget lavere. Søg blandt oprindelige dunjakke blev ligesom quest. De søger i indkøbscentre omkring byen Kiev samt i varehuse i Milano, Helsingfors, London. Besøg studiet af mode! Vi er de eneste originale jakker Montclair.

Første tanker på Montclair er et moderigtigt og dyrt. Skrupelløse sælgere nyde tillid til købere af falskmøntneri salgsomkostninger originalen. Bliv ikke fanget! Købe ægte Montclair, fortryde du aldrig det. Og det er selv med den bedste kopi, du måske har en masse problemer.

For eksempel, er den oprindelige jakker Montclair jakker på Eiderdown af gås ned. Sinteponovyh jakker denne brand ikke sker. Designet specielt til lave temperaturer, selv med negative varmer Montclair tredive. Tak til gås kutki lys, næsten vægtløse. Selv den sødeste jakke sintepon kølig vind trænger til knoglen.

Behagelig varme Montclair ikke kun ikke er bange for sibiriske overvintrer, men vil tjene dig for lang tid, uden at miste oprindelige udseende.

Falske jakker ubehagelige klatre ned. Han forbliver på tøj, slået ud af sømme, og jakken ser sjusket. Køb til Lad og dunede, men fake-skuffelse og spild af penge. Tværtimod, er en høj kvalitet dunjakke en stor investering. Specielt forarbejdet Eiderdown syet ind i særlige poser, som forhindrer nedskydningen af lint efter vask eller under slid. Denne teknik af syning ned-polstret frakke Montclair garanterer deres lange liv og hvornår dette uovertruffen termisk ydeevne. Køb Moncler dunjakke

Undertiden forfalskninger i skikkelse af pennen pennen er brugt. Pennen er ikke sådan en varm, klatrer gennem en klud povsej jakke og kan endda knæk. Anvendes kun Plys (andebryst) i den oprindelige puhovike.

Italienske mærke Moncler kendte kvinder, der elsker komfort og kvalitet ting. Kvinder Moncler jakker tilbage i 1952, blev den mest populære ski tøj. I år, selskabets designere har perfektioneret modellen, brand begyndte at producere behagelige, urban-stil jakker til kvinder i alle aldre. Moderne italiensk jakker og frakker indtager ærespladsen på markedet for mærkevarer tøj. Mens priserne for produkter, der er let tilgængelige.

En række forskellige farver af polstret jakker fra Moncler jakke dame Grøn dunjakke En af de mest populære modeller er den korte grønne dunjakke Moncler. Populære alle nuancer-fra mosen til salat. Denne farve har længe været glad for kvinderne han er ikke dyster, med praktiske. Grøn dunjakke går godt med mange ting, men ikke så let snavset. For det meste italiensk oprindelige jakker Moncler kommer i mørke farver med blå eller brune nuancer.

I året 2012 udkom lys grøn dunjakke med et skinnende skær, ramte at når lys fest guld glitter. Sådan en original ned jakke længde, praktiske lige under hoften, meget glad for de unge kvinder af mode.

For ældre kunder fremstiller selskabet mat traditionelle modeller af grøn farve, som normalt har en længde til knæet.  Moncler butikker i danmark til salg pelsskind kan på krave eller små dele (knapper og slanger). Gøre mere sofistikeret silhuet hjælp zone, som er normalt sort.

Hvid dunjakke Ser man på indsamlingen af mærkevarer kvinder Moncler polstret jakker fra indtryk at hvid er en favorit af alle designerne af firmaet. Fordi denne jakker farver har den højeste mangfoldighed. De adskiller sig i design, dekoration og prædestination.

Blandt hvide originalen af ned-polstret frakke kan Montclair model skelnes, som dukkede op i samlingen «efterår vinter 2011-2012. Det lader til, at den ned jakke består af to dele-den første er det fundament, som har vandret sømme og længde til hofterne, og den anden spiller rollen som korte veste (lige over taljen) med to vandrette lommer. Dermed den øverste del fæster med lynlås, og den nederste sorte store knapper at look, hvorved ting ikke så blid. Overfloden af hvide fortyndet med sorte side stropper på hofterne. Beskedne elementer tilknyttet puhoviku Street, eller endda sport stil.

Rød dunjakke Red ned jakker vises i næsten alle samlinger af Moncler, uanset farve tendenser. Måske fordi blandt ski tøj rød er en af de mest populære farver og selskabets designere vil bevare denne tradition og mode modeller, og muligvis fordi den lyse røde farve er populær blandt kvinder i alle aldre. Brand Moncler kvinder lang ned jakker for praktiske producerer lige silhuet eller med en elastik nederst. Gøre den oprindelige model følgende oplysninger: utraditionel placering af knapper på forsiden;

en usædvanlig form for overhead lommer; Slange på ryggen-nakken til bunden af; pels manchetter og så videre. Det er værd at bemærke, at de røde kvinder ned jakker Montclair nogen skygge udmærket kan kombineres med vaskebjørn pels, så disse modeller ser mest positivt.

               She ran down the long corridor as fast as she could, a gun held tightly in her hand. THe floor was cold beneath her bare feet and she wished she had thought to put shoes on. She could hear them coming. She came to an intersection in the corridor and skidded to a stop. Her head whipped back and forth as she tried to decide which way to go. The yells of the ones following her were getting louder as they drew nearer. The woman glanced over her shoulder and made a decision. Left it was.

               She darted down the hallway and hurtled past a room with an open door. She skidded to a stop and darted into the room. She would never make it to her destination on time. Gasping for breath, she darted through the room and vaulted over a couch near the wall. Her breath whooshed from her body as she hit the floor. She lay on her back, gun aimed at the ceiling and tried to calm her breathing.

               The yells got louder and louder and then stopped right at the entrance of the room. She heard the sound of feet running around the room as they searched for her. She held her breath, keeping her golden eyes fixed open, and ready to fire at anyone that might peek over the couch.

               “She’s not here!” said a small voice.

               “Are you sure?” asked a much deeper voice. “We have to find her before she gets to the bridge!”

               “Maybe she went the other way!” piped up a third voice.

               Yes! She went the other way! The woman thought.

               “Don’t worry. We’ll find her!” exclaimed the deeper voice. “And she’s going to be in trouble when we do! Let’s go!”

               She waited as she listened to the sound of the group leaving. They raced out of the room, resuming their hunt for her. She waited a few moments longer and then peeked over the couch slowly. The room was empty and no one else was in sight. Vaulting over the couch, she ran to the door and peeked out. No one in the halls either. She had to get to the bridge. It was her only chance.

               Sprinting off again, she headed in the direction she had come from. Maybe if she doubled back they wouldn’t find her in time. She sprinted forward, gun still in hand. She raced around the corner, long dark hair streaming out from behind her, and skidded to a stop. Seven guns aimed at her.

               “There she is!” exclaimed one of her pursuers.

               “I’ll give ten candy bars to anyone that shoots the commander!”

               “Hey that’s not fair!” exclaimed Jakker as six guns turned towards him.

               “You know what’s not fair, is recruiting kids to do your dirty work,” Akylas shot back at him, trying to keep the grin off her face. The six kids in question hooted with laughter as they shot him with their water pistols. Akylas added her own stream of water to the mix before darting off again. Their game was far from over.

                 “Hey! Hey!” Jakker held up a hand to block the water being squirted at his face as he fired back at the kids. He swooped down and picked one of them up. Reta screamed with laughter as he threw her over his shoulder. “Okay you little runts! I’ll up the deal to twenty candy bars if you come back to my side!”

               “Make it thirty and you have a deal!” responded Tas. He was tiny. Maybe only five years old. His parents hadn’t made it off the planet. Most of the kids’ parents hadn’t survived.

               Jakker put on a mock scowl, his mismatched eyes narrowing. “You didn’t bargain with her!

               “Because she’s nice!” shouted Reta as she tried to squirm out of his hold. She giggled as she pulled at his shirt.

               “I’m nice too!”

               “Only sometimes,” piped up Tas. “Sometimes you’re mean! And bossy!” Tas puffed up his tiny chest and put his hands on his hips. “You better make sure that floor is clean,” he said trying to mimic Jakker’s deeper voice.

               “Private! Why are your shoos untied?” piped up another. The children laughed and giggled as they further mimicked him.

               “Your shirt is wrinkled! That’s fifty pushups!”

               “There’s a spec of dust in my hair! Who is supposed to clean it?” Jakker rolled his eyes. They must have got that one from Akylas.

               “Alright fine! How about thirty?” All eyes were on him, wide and full of disbelief.

               “Thirty?” asked one in wonder.

               “That’s a lot,” whispered Tas. He grinned wickedly. “Alright commander. We’ll be on your side again!”

               “Alright! That’s what I like to hear!” Jakker adjusted his hold on Reta so she was riding on his shoulders. She giggled again and tugged on his hair. Jakker winced but chuckled. “Okay you greedy little monsters. Let’s go hunt her down!”

               Reta held her water pistol in the air. “Charge!” she shouted. The hall was filled with the sounds of giggling children and stomping of little feet as they raced off after Akylas.

                        “I need your help!” shouted Akylas as she grabbed her friend by the hand. “I’m recruiting you!”

               “Akylas!” exclaimed Saris as she was dragged along. “What is going on? What do you mean you’re recruiting me?”

               “No time to explain! We have to get to the bridge! Let’s go!”

               “What did you do this time?” Saris asked. Akylas was known as the trouble maker of Retribution. Even though she was married to the commander, it didn’t stop him from throwing her in the brig when things got out of hand. Akylas could get out anytime she wanted, but she tried to follow the rules. Now Saris wondered what she had done, but she got no response.

               Akylas dragged her friend along. They would have to cut through the park. The Retribution was a big ship and needed a way to produce oxygen for all its residents. Saris had just decided to go along with everything, which was one of the reasons Akylas had become friends with her. Together, they ran through the doors leading to the park. THe sounds of screaming and laughing children following behind them.

               “I didn’t think they’d catch up so fast!” exclaimed Akylas.

               “What do you expect? They’re kids!”

               Akylas laughed and held out her gun. “Here. Take this! You’ll need it more than me! You have to complete the mission!”

               “I don’t even know what the mission is!” Saris replied.

               “You have to take this to the bridge!” Akylas held out the make believe disk she had supposedly stolen. “The contents of this disk are vvery important! You have to guard them with your life!”

               “Pffft,” Saris blew air through her lips.

               “I’m very serious right now!” Akylas said with mock sincerity. She looked back to the park entrance. They were getting closer. “You have to go now! Go!” she shouted. She pushed Saris toward the direction of the bridge and ran off in the opposite direction. She crossed the field quickly, ignoring the shouts of those who had taken a break in the park.

                  “There she is!” shouted Reta. She had the highest vantage point and spotted Akylas first. Jakker winced again when she pulled his hair in her excitement. She leaned forward and pointed at the fleeing woman.

               “Get her!” shouted Tas. The group charged forward, pursuing Akylas across the grass.

               Akylas ran as fast as she could once more, but found herself running out of places to run. Ahead of her was a solid wall. On her left, a lake. And on her right, a large cluster of trees. Akylas darted to the right, avoiding the water. She disappeared through the trees, and heard the sounds of the kids as they ran in after her.

               “Looks like we’ve got her cornered guys!” shouted Jakker as they gained on their quarry. His wife was just ahead of them, her progress halted by a large wall. She spun around to face them. The kids aimed their water pistols at her. Jakker aimed his own. “Any last words?” he asked her, a grin plastered across his face.

               “Oh come on! You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed woman, now would you?” Akylas asked with mock nervousness. She held her hands out in a gesture of surrender.

               “Of course I wouldn’t,” Jakker replied. “But I can’t speak for my comrades here!”

               The kids screamed with laughter as they opened fire on her. Akylas shrieked and held up her hands, trying to dodge the sprays.

               “You’re supposed to be on my side,” she exclaimed as she grabbed one of the girls. She spun around with Sala in her arms, earning more shouts of laughter.

               “Jakker givun us tirty candies!” shrieked one of the boys as he latched onto Akylas’ leg.

               “Tirty candies?” asked Akylas. “You little traitors! You side with him for tirty candies?” Akylas held onto Sala and tried to grab the little one latched onto her leg. She lost her balance and twisted as she fell so she wouldn’t crush any of the kids. They took it as an invitation to jump on her, and she play wrestled with them. She had numerous wet spots on her clothes now from their water guns. Their shrieks and screams of laughter were ear piercing, but it was a good noise.

               Jakker set Reta down and the girl ran over to join in the fun. He smiled as he watched the kids try and wrestle with Akylas. They had always been fond of her, despite her sometimes fearsome appearance. He knew that times like this kept her distracted from the pain of the scar twisting down her face though.

               Akylas grabbed one of the water pistols that had fallen and started squirting the kids with it. They yelled and jumped back, giggling as they tried to avoid the spray. She managed to squirm free of the kids, and get to her feet. Reta accidentally shot Tas and pandemonium ensued as they momentarily forgot who they were supposed to be spraying. It turned into a game of tag. Jakker joined in, taking on two of the boys as they sprayed him mercilessly with water. All eight of them ran and chased after each other, their game bringing them out of the trees eventually.

               Akylas ducked behind a tree, taking a short breather. She kept her back against the tree as she watched the kids chase each other. Wait, where’s- she spun around as she sensed him next to her.

               “You’re always so jumpy,” Jakker said with a smirk as he loomed over her.

               “Probably because I always have to keep an eye on a certain someone,” she shot back with a grin.

               “Maybe you wouldn’t have to if you weren’t always stealing something,” he replied with an arched brow.

               “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life!” she exclaimed with mock hurt.

               Jakker peered into her eyes for a moment before speaking. “You stole me,” he said as he bent to give her a quick kiss. Well, he intended it to be quick anyways. Akylas reached up, placing a hand on his cheek, as he pulled her closer to him. He kissed her a bit greedily, and when he pulled back, she was breathless.

               “Are you sure it’s not the other way around?” she asked quietly.

               Jakker grinned and kissed her again, this time just brushing his lips against hers. “It might be,” he murmured.                “Ewww!” exclaimed Reta from right next to them. Jakker raised a brow and looked down at her.

               “What do you mean ewww?” Jakker asked her.

               Reta ignored him and looked at Akylas. “Boys are gross!” she exclaimed.

               Jakker snorted and Akylas grinned at Reta. “You’re right!” she said. “Boys are gross.” She made a face at Jakker, and Reta giggled.

               “What do you mean we’re gross?” Jakker picked Akylas up and heaved her over his shoulder.

               “Hey! Put me down!”

               “Not until you apologize!” Jakker said.

               “That’s never going to happen!” Akylas laughed.

               “Alright then. I guess you leave me no choice then!”

               Jakker started walking towards the lake and the kids chased after him. They all laughed and giggled as Akylas tried to free herself, but it was no use. She couldn’t see where they were headed, and the water came as a surprise as Jakker tossed her easily. She splashed into the water and came up for air spluttering. She didn’t say anything, but instead, sent a huge wave of water at him.

               The water hit him squarely in the face, plastering his hair to his head. He huffed and gave her a mock glare. Reta and Tas jumped in the water, splashing the two adults merrily. What had started as a game of tag, turned into a splash war. THe group splashed and played for hours, until they became exhausted.

Akylas and Jakker finally got the little ones calm enough to be transported to their sleeping quarters. The next hour was spent trying to get them calm and clean for bed, which involved a lot of whining and complaining as well as bribery with candy. Finally, they all fell asleep and the two adults headed back to their quarters. Glad to have a day away from war things.