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.

Tuesday 21 June 2011

Red wine, red trousers.

"I just like to wear them at home sometimes
 after a stressful day. I like the way they
look and feel. Loads of men do it. It's
 completely normal."

3 comments:

  1. 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...

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  2. I know this man. He sports his RT's well. He also grows a mean Flashman moustache/chops combo.

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  3. I also know this man. He's right.

    Roodstuff

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