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.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Blurry Bunter

I spotted this fellow at London Zoo the other evening. A disappointingly low-res shot of course, but the combination of RTs, boat shoes, blazer, corpulence, relative youth, and the confused look that asks "Why is that man taking my picture? Or is he taking a picture of his friend standing beside me? But his phone is definitely more pointed at me..." make this shot one I'm particularly proud of.


  1. A classic cheeky snap: hand shaking from nerves and laughter, friend standing awkwardly beside him as a ruse, target looking deadpan at the camera. Collected many of these in my time.