A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere.
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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
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.
Not at all my dear boy! This man, whom I happen to know quite well, is nothing short of a dyed-in-the-wool gentleman. An example to all modern-day uncouths of what the scepter'd isle was reknown for producing in prodigious quantities. A humble throwback to the grandeur and quality of the great Empire!
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ReplyDeleteNot at all my dear boy! This man, whom I happen to know quite well, is nothing short of a dyed-in-the-wool gentleman. An example to all modern-day uncouths of what the scepter'd isle was reknown for producing in prodigious quantities. A humble throwback to the grandeur and quality of the great Empire!
ReplyDeletei thiknk yo'll find he has been drinking Red Stripe to go with his RTs
ReplyDeleteSporting the Barbour Beaufort Flyweight; on-trend.
ReplyDeletethis makes me feel very uncomfortable.
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