Look at my fucking red trousers!: October 2011

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.

Monday, 31 October 2011

Upturned collar on tweed jacket

Thank you to James for this excellent shot, taken outside Waterloo station.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Ascot

Mademoiselle Anonymous writes: "I totally got caught out by the girlfriend. She knew exactly what I was up to." Excellent work Mme Anon! Collectively they're a sort of Public School version of those groups of Opal Fruit shirt guys from the 90s.

(I love the way the guy in blue trousers is all like "I win!")

Three cans of Stronglook, and a can of Red Trouser

Now this lad, who I'm told is called Graham, is either the world's most overdressed tramp or he's a very-much-not-tramp standing in front of some empty cans of cheap booze. You decide.

Blue suede shoes

Outside Lords

Churchwear

[something complimentary about his attractive wife, to hopefully take the edge off the massive invasion of privacy involved in posting this picture]

Blending in with one's natural surroundings

Rock

Rock in Cornwall, where this photo was taken, is of course one of the UK's premier Red Trouser towns.

Red bus red trousers

"CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a lovely pair of red trousers! Laundry instructions: 60 degrees, wash separately. Transport instructions: if you need to use a bus, make sure to get one of the little black ones with an orange light on the top. Under no circumstances get one of the big red ones with the fat people in."

Bracae Rufae Universitatis Oxfordiensis!

The photographer explains that the man seen sporting RTs here is "one of Oxford's most venerable academics".

Judging by the youthful pallor of the back of his neck and the fluffy bit of hair at the top, I'd say he was more of a wally undergraduate. Can anyone in Oxford confirm or deny?

At the Polo

At the Polo in Richmond. Guards Officer in RTs perhaps? Great result with the direct approach here. Thank you to JP for this one.