From South Ken to Shoreditch, from Jermyn Street to Mare Street – these days anyone that’s anyone is wearing red trousers.
If you want your leg-coverings to let the world know that you’ve got a few quid and don’t care who knows it, or that you have some big ideas about what’s on at the ICA right now - or simply that you are completely insane (but in a mainly non-stabby way) - then you’d better get your wife or girlfriend to take those jeans and chinos down to the charity shop post-haste!
Because there’s only one type of trousers you’ll be wanting to wear, and that’s RED TROUSERS. In fact - if you can’t wear red trousers you’d be better off wearing NO TROUSERS AT ALL. That’s what I say.
This blog (and particularly this caption) has gained legendary status amongst many of my (red trouser-wearing) friends and colleagues. That is all. You can expect some submissions from us soon. We love your work...
ReplyDeleteI know this man. He sports his RT's well. He also grows a mean Flashman moustache/chops combo.
ReplyDeleteI also know this man. He's right.
ReplyDeleteRoodstuff