A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere.
Contributions gratefully received at lamfrt@gmail.com
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, 18 October 2011
Churchwear
[something complimentary about his attractive wife, to hopefully take the edge off the massive invasion of privacy involved in posting this picture]
Behold! The patron saint of Red Trousers. A stained glass window was crafted in 1732 and mounted above the font. The rector is also wearing a fantastic pair, perfectly tailored, yet sadly not captured here. Mrs is stonking.
Nice. Pleased to see the lengths people are willing to go to get a key photo.
ReplyDeleteHis wife is smoking!
ReplyDeleteshe is lovely
ReplyDeleteThe font looks like a monster.
ReplyDeleteZoomed right in, no sign of cigarette on mrs wife.
ReplyDeleteNot a wrinkle on her though, must have been ironed?
She may look nice but his name is Rupert and hers is Rupertina. Fact.
ReplyDeleteBehold! The patron saint of Red Trousers. A stained glass window was crafted in 1732 and mounted above the font. The rector is also wearing a fantastic pair, perfectly tailored, yet sadly not captured here. Mrs is stonking.
ReplyDeleteWho was mounted above the font???
Deletedamn fine filly!
ReplyDeleteThat's a cute baby.
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