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.

Wednesday 22 June 2011

Thanks to Michael for this jaunty shot of his mate Edgar in Camden.
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3 comments:

  1. Clare Barry13 July 2011 at 18:51

    This is genuinely the funniest thing I've seen in ages. Touche.

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  2. Anonymous19 August 2011 at 16:11

    Edgar... of course

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  3. Slinky7525 August 2011 at 21:44

    He needs to swap his coat for that of the woman behind him.

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