PAUL and LINDA McCARTNEY + RONNIE WOOD at the film premiere of Lady Sings The Blues. London. April 1973.

1973 McCartney ‘Strawberry’ jacket

11 halloween couples’ costumes (alternate universe) miles and alex would/should wear

- han solo and luke skywalker: alex and his perfect hair would be han and miles with his big eyes would be luke with little maxie as chewbacca being a necessity obviously.

- 70s era lennon and mccartney: despite miles’ love of lennon, he would be mccartney with a terrible mullet wig and the famed strawberry macca jacket while alex would have the classic lennon nyc look.

- brokeback mountain: alex would be ennis and miles would be jack and that’s that. max would be their little sheep to herd.

- freddie mercury and rogerina from the i want to break free music video: this one would be so fun, i would pay so much to see miles parading around as freddie and alex as rogerina chewing gum. alex would take a bit of convincing from miles but then would have a few drinks and be so into it the whole night.

- butch cassidy and the sundance kid: i feel like they’ve both gone through a phase of being really into this film and could see either of them being both characters.

- tom and greg from succession: i would be surprised if alex hasn’t watched succession and even though he may be a bit more like kendall if i’m being honest i think he’d enjoy being tom for a night and having miles as his greg. this is definitely a last minute costume and miles would just go along with it bc alex thought it was funny and he said that max could be tom’s dog, mondale.

- dr no and james bond: alex would finally get to live out his bond villain dream! and miles would be a fab sean connery

- iceman and maverick from top gun: no man their age hasn’t had a bit of a top gun fantasy before and i think alex would enjoy any costume that involves wearing sunglasses.

- ferris bueller and cameron: miles is ferris and alex is cameron and miles is significantly more into the costume than alex is.

- WITHNAIL AND I!!!!!!!!: do i even have to explain this one??

- mick jagger and david bowie from the dancing in the street music video: this one is so fun and SO them. miles in the crazy patterned jumpsuit as bowie and alex as jagger, complete with all the head presses and gay dancing. perfect.

top 5 favorite paul looks

Thanks for the ask!! This one is tough because my fav Paul looks change all the time. I guess 5 that come to mind right now...

5. The beach fit from Help. There is just something about a Beatle in basic jeans and a T-shirt that makes me go crazy. Especially since Paul made it unnecessarily slutty with the choice of a BLACK t-shirt tucked into those tight tight jeans. A whore moment that I appreciate.

4. Farm Paul with the white shirt and rubber boots. I must admit I quite like McBeardy (when the beard wasn’t too long) and cottagecore aesthetic Paul in general.

3. Late 70s wonderful christmastime scarf dad. Really just Paul at his peak DILF in my opinion. I mean, look at him...

2. Classic 1967 sweater vest Paul. Self-explanatory. He had two iconic vests I can’t choose between, but they give the same energy so I’m putting them together :)

1. THE MACCA STRAWBERRY JACKET. Honestly, 70s McMullet has wayyyy too many amazing looks to choose from. I love his mullet in case it isnt obvious by my entire blog. I was almost tempted to put his look that I have in my icon pic, or that black/red striped sweater vest he wore in the James Paul McCartney show, or any one of his glittery jackets he wore with no shirt underneath. But I had to go with the iconic Macca strawberry jacket. This is Paul. I would do anything to look like he did here. I would literally go into crippling debt to own this jacket...

some more random sketches of maccas face and thighs...

Strawberry 🍓 Jacket request!

A few weeks back, there was a creator making these custom ‘Macca’ jackets I don’t believe it was Etsy, but regardless, I NEED that link if anyone out there knows what I’m referring to...

Thanks for your help!!!!

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WONDER WORKSHOP / JOHN DOVE & MOLLY WHITE “The “MACCA” Strawberry Jacket” black rib ver.

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Macca and his strawberry jacket

This Boy - Chapter 19

A/N: here is the full chapter!! tbh i kind of teared up writing this.. i hope you enjoy! it takes place a few weeks after chapter 18.

~Paul’s~

The night I had spent with John at Strawberry Fields was amazing. We talked all night, literally, until the sun came up. It was amazing, almost like getting to know him all over again.

The medication had been working well for John, he seemed much happier and much more confident. Our relationship had changed. For the better, though. We didn’t see each other everyday, but John always made sure to call me before he went to bed. We had a nice system going, and I never thought it would change.

Until the day John told me we were going to Hamburg.

Mike took the news pretty harshly. He really didn’t want me to leave, but he understood after Auntie Gin explained what it meant and how happy it would make me to go.

The first week in Hamburg had been a flash of gigs, alcohol and cigarettes. The only bad thing about this was John’s new friend that he dragged along to be our bass player. Stuart Sutcliffe. John absolutely adored Stuart - which drove me nuts. He had no idea how jealous I was, but Stu began to catch on and took advantage of it. OFTEN. John had told Stu about us without consulting me first, which sucked. If I had a say, I would’ve said no. Stuart Sutcliffe was the last person I wanted involved in my (illegal) personal life.

We were sitting around the table in George and Ritchie's room eating dinner, and I had been unusually quiet for my typical self. Stu sat right beside John, laughing at almost every word out of John’s mouth - funny or not, and touching his arm. Flirting. Stu had a girl at the moment, Astrid, who had met at the Star Club. But that didn’t mean he would stop making my life a living hell.

“Bloody hell, this food tastes like rubbish!” John said as he pushed his food away and turned his nose up at it. He fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, pulling one out and sticking it in his mouth. He leaned toward me, with lust in his eyes. “Got a light for me, Macca?” He asked, almost seductively. I reached in my pocket and before I could pull out my light, Stu had flicked a match and lit John’s cigarette, looking at me with a smug look as if to laugh directly in my face. I felt my cheeks burning with jealousy and anger. I wanted to reach across the table and hit Stu as hard as I possibly could. John still didn’t notice. “Thanks, mate.” He said as he puffed away contently on his cigarette. Stuart looked at me like that WAY too often.

I huffed as I stood up, almost slamming my chair too hard. John noticed. “Macca?” He questioned me. I shook my head and shot Stu a nasty look before going to the washroom. I stared in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to reassure myself that John didn’t love Stu the way that he loved me, but it didn’t work. I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the pills that was given to me by the British, red headed bar tender at the Star Club. She called them “uppers”. I popped one in my mouth, and sighed. Fuck it, I thought and popped another one. John barged into the bathroom and walked toward me slowly, putting his hands on my hips. I swallowed the pills quickly before he had the chance to notice. Sure, John liked his cigarettes and his alcohol, but he didn’t agree with this kind of drug. I assumed it was because of his medication, he didn’t think prescription drugs should be taken for fun.

“What was that all about, then?” John asked as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I shook my head, not speaking. I felt one of the -dry- pills stuck in my throat. “Macca, talk to me. I know you.” He said, stepping back a little bit but not taking his hands off my hips. I swallowed hard, successfully swallowing the second pill. “I’m fine, John. Really.” I faked a smile and kissed his nose. John saw right through it, and knew I was lying. “Paul..” He began. That’s when I began to feel the uppers. I almost heard my pupils dilate, and I felt a shock of electricity and energy shoot through my body. I pulled away from John and splashed my face with cold water. “Fine, Paul. I’ll be ready to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.” He said as he walked out of the bathroom.

I stared at my reflection for a few moments, before smiling. It felt good. I felt good. It felt like I had never experienced pain or hurt before in my entire life, even though I had. Perhaps I had found a way to wash my history of pain and hurt away. I could forget about it completely. I giggled to myself out loud at the thought. I had to find that bartender to get some more of those uppers.

I walked out of the bathroom, and acted as though the other four men at the table didn’t exist. I just kept walking passed them and out the door of the hotel room. “Paul?!” I heard George from behind me. Of course the young lad had to follow me. I didn’t turn around, though. I knew he would catch up eventually. Once I had gotten in the lift, George scurried in beside me. “What the bloody hell do ye think yer doin’?” He asked, a little out of breath. I smiled and shook my head, reaching into his jacket pocket and snagging a cigarette. “Hey! Bloody hell McCartney, you look like a bloody lunatic. What’s gotten int'ye?” George was persistent in questioning me. We exited the lift and found our way to the hotel bar. 

“I need t'go to the Star Club.” I finally spoke after taking my first sip of a pint. George raised an eyebrow. “Why mate? We don’t play again until tomorrow night.” He pointed out as he took a large gulp of his own pint. “Don’t tell John.” I began. I could tell George, after all, he was my best mate. “Oh bloody hell, McCartney. I don’t wanna get in the middle of yer relationship with John. Plus, if yer cheatin’ on him y'know I’ll pummel ye. Oh god, y'are, aren’t ye? Jesus Christ, Paul. You’re gonna ruin the poor guy’s heart–” George began to ramble on. “George! Stop. I’m not cheating on him.” I said calmly, still feeling the strong effects of the uppers. “Oh thank fuck. Y'know John, he would probably end yer god damn life. What is it, then?” George sighed in relief.

“The bartender, y'know the short red head?” I began again. George nodded slowly in anticipation. “She gave me these pills. Well, uppers, she called ‘em.” I smiled, I couldn’t help myself. “Shit, Paul. Yer on drugs?” George said, quietly and concerned. “Ye got that right. Bloody hell, Geo. I’ve never felt so god damn good in me life! I’m so happy. It’s like I’ve forgotten what pain feels like! I can think about me god damned father nearly killin’ me, and I don’t feel nothin’! I’m not even upset! Geo, I am the happiest man on the planet right now, y'know?!” I ranted and ranted. George’s eyes grew with concern. “Anyhow, I just took the only two I had. I figure we best go get some more.” I smiled, then took the last big gulp of my pint.

“Paul, I don’t think that’s a good idea, mate.” George said, trying to sound stern. “C'mon Geo, I’m going whether you’re with me or not.” I smiled giddily and stood up. “I’m sorry Paul, but I didn’t realize the time, I’ve gotta call me Mum. Promised her, I did.” George lied. I knew he was lying. “Please don’t tell John.” I pleaded, still smiling. I hadn’t smiled this much in a long time. “Y'have me word.” George said quietly, almost sounding ashamed.

I knew I could get to the Star Club on my own, it was just a matter of whether or not the same bartender was there and was willing to get me more. ]

I walked outside into the evening sky, and noticed it was raining lightly. The raindrops on my head even made me smile. The Star Club was only a block or two away, so I knew I would have no problem getting there. When I did arrive, the bouncer recognized me immediately. “Ah! The Beatles.” He nodded, obviously not knowing much English. He gestured for me to enter the Star Club. “Danke!” I smiled and walked in. I scanned around the club, noticing it wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been when we were playing. That made me giddy all over again - we brought the crowd. I looked to the bar, and saw a tall bald man mixing a drink. I looked to the other end of the bar and saw the little red head. Thank GOD.

I walked over to her, she smiled the moment she saw me. “You look so different without the rest of the band hanging off of you.” She laughed and handed me a pint as I sat down on the stool in front of her. “I missed you’re name, though.” She said as she leaned on the bar, getting closer to my face. “Paul.” I smiled and stuck out my hand, shyly. “Jane!” She giggled at the gesture. “What brings you back in? Bill told me you lads weren’t playing again until tomorrow night.” Jane asked me as she pulled up a stool and sat across from me.

“Honestly, I took those uppers ye gave me the other day and I definitely would like some more.” I said, quick and to the point. Jane raised both of her eyebrows and laughed. “I knew you’d like 'em!” She smiled. “I take them from my flatmate, he sells them. But don’t you worry, sweet Paul. I’ll give you as much as you’d like, he doesn’t keep track too well.” Jane told me. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest.” I said back, flirtatiously. I didn’t even feel guilty flirting, but I assumed it was because of the drugs. Jane was attractive, but as we’ve already covered, I, Paul McCartney, am as queer as the day is long.

Jane told me all about her life, why she moved to Hamburg in hopes of an acting career. I found it odd that she didn’t go to America, but she explained that America was just too expensive and far away for her liking at that time. Jane was from a very posh, upper class family in London. Her father was a doctor. I told her that I was from Liverpool, and that was it. As numb as I felt toward my past, Jane didn’t need to hear it.

“Ah, it’s last call love.” Jane told me. The drugs must have worn off, because I instantly began to panic. “It’s that late?!” I asked, making the panic evident in my voice. “Yeah Paul, you’ve been sitting here with me for a while. Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?” Jane smiled as she leaned in and kissed my cheek lightly, sliding a small baggy across the bar and into my hand. She put her hand on top of mine. “Come back for more when you need 'em. I’ll see ye tomorrow, Paul.” Jane almost moaned into my bloody ear, causing tingles up and down my spine. Bloody hell, I needed to get back to John. He was probably worried sick. I winked at Jane quickly with a smile, but when I turned around the smile was wiped off of my face. I bolted toward the door and outside into the pouring rain. I reached into my pocket and grabbed one of the small blue pills and popped it into my mouth.

The hotel seemed extremely far away. Due to the rain, it was hard to see. “MCCARTNEY!” I heard and instantly began to panic. I started walking faster, hoping the pills would kick in soon. “PAUL, PLEASE!” I heard again from behind me. I turned around and saw my John, slowing down from a run in the pouring rain. He looked beautiful. “Paul, what the hell!” He said as he pulled me in to his arms, I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Why didn’t those bloody pills kick in? Perhaps I needed two for the full effect.

“Why the hell did you just run off like that?!” John yelled over the loud rain, pushing me out of the hug and holding me by the shoulders. “Have you lost your bloody mind?!” He shouted again.  "Why don’t you go talk to Stuart about it?! I betcha he’d have the answer, now wouldn’t he?!“ I shouted back. John’s arms dropped to his side, we were both now drenched and dripping with water from the heavy pour. "What are ye talkin’ about, love?!” John said as he grabbed my hand and began to tug me -gently, mind you- back toward the hotel. We both stayed silent as we stood in the lift, still dripping wet. John opened the door to our hotel room, and gestured for me to go ahead of him. I went straight for my suitcase and quickly hid the pills, and then went into the bathroom. I stripped of my wet clothing and wrapped a towel around my waist as John walked in and did the same, both of us still not speaking.

He pulled me into his arms again, I rested my cheek on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Talk to me…” John whispered into my still soaking wet hair. I felt tears pricking at my eyes, and shook my head. John scooped me up like a small child in his arms, my head still resting on his shoulder, and walked out of the bathroom. He sat down on the bed against the head board, and carefully manoeuvred himself so that I was lying between his legs with my head still on his shoulder. I felt so fragile now, I began thinking it was the come-down off of the pills that made me feel so much.

My heart was racing and I was definitely in panic mode. “Paul…” John whispered again against my hair. I finally let a tear run down my cheek, and he must have felt it drip off of me and onto his shoulder because he lifted my chin with his index finger. “Please tell me what’s goin’ on?” John said gently and quietly. I squeezed my eyes closed, and saw images flashing of my father. Of Michael. Of hospital rooms. Of fists and chairs flying at me. I let myself cry into John’s chest. I hated making him worry like he was. I hated how amazing those pills had made me feel while on the high, and how low they brought me once they wore off.

“D-dont’t let go of me.” I managed to whisper between sobs as John wiggled so he was lying flat on his back, with my head on his chest. John had one hand on my side, and as he heard me say those words, his other hand flew up and cupped his forehead as if to stop himself from choking up. “Never… m'love.”

7th October 2017 1:20AM

So my previous post (draft) mysteriously disappeared.That means I have to type everything all over again. *Gently punches pillow*  It’s pretty late and my mind is booming with ideas and things that has happened in the last month. It has been a while since I last blogged. Back in the days, I would have the capacity to blog every day…adult-life has taken the daylight out of me I’m telling you. And I know that in every single post I’d say yeah I’ll try blog more blah blah. Oh the irony. Last week I texted Mi - we haven’t been talking for about a month because we had a ludicrous fight over Facebook…I admit it - I am a headstrong-pain in the ass and she is stubborn as a brick. I usually would not be the one to apologise quick (or at all) in a fight. In this circumstance, I still don’t believe I’m in the wrong - but I texted her anyways because our friendship of 13 years is a sentimental one, given a significant amount of thought.  I reassured myself that it doesn’t really affect me as Mi was never really close to me - I’ve been more close to Lindah throughout all the years.. but it does disappoint me that she has been so careless and immature to break bridges like that. The fight broke out randomly actually- I don’t know why she’s gotta be so hot-headed and unreasonably forthright. The way I responded to her senseless ignorant comments was quite malicious. My patience had run out. I never really crack it and we never  fight - but why should I sit around and get told what to do when she’s the one that makes the worst life decisions and think it is acceptable for her to do so? I don’t know, honestly. I’m just getting too old to stress and over-think about selfish people right now.  WOW - Just read the above paragraph. Not a positive way to kick off my October post. What else (I am leaving the good bits til the end of the blog haha…) My sister, Natalie, told me Aunty (Co Hoa) has developed a tumour in her liver. She’s going to France to visit her in December. I don’t have annual leave/money to go… then again, I would love to go to see her ofcourse. However, I don’t think I will be helpful if I go. I’ve been there already - maybe I will let Natalie send my regards… Why does she have to be so far? It doesn’t look like I mentioned in my previous post that I had been trying out Muay Thai Kick Boxing in St Albans. I liked it , don’t think I got a lot of time for it though. Good experience, I would love to try pole dancing. I really wish money would grow on trees but. My goal is to head back to the gym, twice a day again - that would be prodigious. I need to work on my upper body strength - my legs are great but arms, shoulders and back can improve. This is why pole dancing would be beneficial.  Work is improving. I am understanding more about things that I did not originally so that is reassuring. My confidence is increasing and I am less nervous in the working environment. Ashley (manager) is so pleasant! We don’t know if Maddy is extending her contract yet as approval from Head Office is still pending. I hope she stays. Ashley is a 31 year old and she is so young, energetic and prolific - there is a lot of pressure to be a medical manager but I think she is handling it well… Maddy is a 22 year old sweet heart, she wants to pursue an acting career and I just adore her. She is so welcoming. Sometimes it does get tense around the office when there is so much work to do… So I really am contemplating whether I am staying after January or not.  OKAY. So here’s what shocked me about myself within the last month. I think  I became a player AKA “fuckgirl” … I mean hadn’t slept with too many guys but I did string them along and they would chat me up. Eventually I got so sick of it…what was the fun of it anymore if all guys were after one thing, and saying the same things, and doing the same things? Meaningless sex is so distasteful. I just wanted someone nice to take me to eat pretzels - and I’ve been on a slow search for 8 months basically - not one guy. Until I met Alex. I am so excited to blog about him. In actuality, I don’t remember feeling this way about someone for 10 years - the last time would’ve been Minh in 2007. Alex is something different I tell you. Where do I start? Yes, in spite of hating Tinder and giving up on it - I was bored one night and then BAM, here comes Alex. My first impression of him over the phone/ Tinder talk was that he was funny, quick to respond, welcoming… I liked that he engaged in a continuous conversation. So Friday 29th September was a Public Holiday AFL Grand Final. He came over really early - like midday. I liked that he wanted to spend the whole day with me. When he came, I walked out and saw him… you know, not expecting him to stand outside of his car or anything but there he was. Leaning on his car, looked up at me - came to me and hugged me. I thought he was cute that he did that. Like…Little things matter. AHHH, there are so many things I want to type.  I want to write these all down before I forget, I don’t want to forget these memories that’s made me so happy.  So we sat in the car for a little while, he was trying to find me a pretzel place. Everything was closed ofcourse - we had forgotten it was a Public Holiday! We drove to Altona anyways hoping a Pretzel restaurant would be opened - It wasn’t. It was closed. So he ended up spontaneously driving me to Maccas. How romantic! Haha I really didn’t mind as I like to relax/chill anywhere. He got me a chocolate sundae, he got a strawberry milkshake. He asked “do you like macarons?” I said “Nooo - they are so sweet.” He proceeded and bought six macarons anyways. I tried them, they were amazing! We were both a bit shy at the start… just getting to know each other.  The weather was okay - was not too bad - good weather to chill out in. We didn’t know where to go but I thought “Let’s go to Williamstown beach” and that’s where we were for an hour or two. I don’t know how long we were there for ? We were talking, mostly about dogs. He gave me his jacket to wear. And it fitted me perfectly. I liked his jacket, alot.  We got along well. We even saw a double rainbow!! He got me curious, and we started smirking alot at each other already. When he drove me home, I didn’t know what to expect as I thought the date went well. But I walked inside… Sent him a Smiley Emoji. He was still downstairs. I told him I was curious about whether he was a good kisser or not. I went downstairs to find out. Strutted towards him, looked at his lips and made out with him just for a few seconds - but he was good. I liked the way his lips touched mine gently - I had to stop, I didn’t want to go too nuts. So I pulled away and strutted off. Oh my gosh, I wanted more. I wanted to definitely see him again.  So I did, it surprised me how well our 2nd date went. He came to pick me up so early. It was about 10:30AM - must have been the earliest date I’ve been on. I love it! And again, he stood outside his car waiting for me patiently. I love how he does this. I was so excited about the pretzels and I was really happy.  So I finally got my pretzels. After that we went to the Williamstown Botanical Gardens and walked around and talked. He held my hand! I LOVE IT. His fingers fit perfectly with mine and it felt so right. I like the way he holds me, cuddles me, hugs me, touches me. Hand in hand, we walked around - we saw a nice discrete wedding - it was beautiful. Lindah texts me randomly and said she needed to drink. Something was wrong with her - I didn’t know what - but when she wanted to go out and get smashed, shit is definitely wrong. We were heading to Highpoint and he asked if Lindah wanted to come… So I called her… She asked “who’s Alex” … I texted her straight away and said to her “OMG LINDAH. He’s the one!”  - Too soon?! but the way he had made me felt - really happy. I was like a teenager all over again.  We went to Highpoint, he had a chicken wrap and I had green tea icecream- watched Kingsman 2. It was a really good movie for our first movie together. So we ended up driving back to mine. Talked in the car for about an hour. By this point, I think he was expecting me to invite him in… I told him there’s nothing fun in my apartment !! He ended up needing to use my rest room. So there you goooo………………………….. I can’t remember what exactly happened but I think we foreplayed for about 2.5 hours and yes we ended up doing it even though I said nothing would happen, it’s hard to resist myself.  So 8.30PM came, I had to go to Lindahs to drink and talk. There was so much to talk to her about!!! She hasn’t seen me so happy for a really long time… I’ve been texting her everyday. Everytime I know I’m going to see him - I go abit nuts and need to message her to tell her because I get so excited.  Anyways,  I got sick on Sunday, called in sick on Monday. I just died when he came over midday on Monday and bought me Tuna Salad, Soup, Butter Popcorn, Lollies and medication. Noone’s ever done that for me before. I really hope he doesn’t change. He is too cute. He bought over cards, I showed him ‘Thirteen’ , he showed me ‘Fool’ , we played Speed, chilled , went to eat Pho and look at Bean Bags. We kiss everywhere! He is so cute. I love the way he treats me.. and I can’t get enough. So when I said bye to him, I dropped my keys as I did a twirl. SO EMBARRASSING! Hahaha. Facepalm. 

Saw him on Thursday, was supposed to see him Wednesday but he was wired-literally wired with sleep study stuff! Thursday we went to Hogsbreath after work - had a few drinks - got tipsy - went to watch 15 minutes of Bladerunner anyways and left. We got really frisky. WOW. This was only yesterday. Mmm. I need to know more about him. I just want to get to know more of him - he seems like such a genuine guy. 

Planning to go see Alpacas on the 15th October - he might meet Justin and Lindah. Holy cow! URGHH so much to type. but I’m getting tired. I hope he doesn’t read all of this. so embarrassing . I don’t want him to know how I really feel yet.

Paul's strawberry Macca jacket. Reblog if you agree

WONDER WORKSHOP / JOHN DOVE & MOLLY WHITE “The “MACCA” Strawberry Jacket” monochrome ver.

for the next generation

「世代を超える(た)洋服」

今回JOHN&MOLLYとコラボレートをするにあたり、自分の頭の中にあったワードです。

商品に付属するsilkscreenにもJOHN&MOLLYが書いてくれていましたが2019年の現在にブラッシュアップする作業がとても大切だと思っていました。単なる復刻ではなく、当時の良さは残しつつ今も着れる一着です。

WONDER WORKSHOP / JOHN DOVE & MOLLY WHITE “The “MACCA” Strawberry Jacket” monochrome Ver.

material : mixed fibers

color : monochrome

size : one size

one size – chest xx cm / sleeve xx cm /center back xx cm

price : ¥180,000 + tax

Detail

※通信販売は7/16より対応いたします。

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