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.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Mr Bramall


  1. Now call me pedantric if you will but aren't those pink?
    Are we drawing lines, I don't know?

  2. Agree, this is not red trouser. Ruins blog, desperately.

  3. Oh I don't know. That's certainly how you wear'em.

  4. I'd argue this guy is less 'hipster' more 'lunatic'.