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.
Sterling work. I would trust that man to manage my investments any day.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the use of light to highlight the outside of the thigh. It sheds kilos from the model.
Such a cool trader. I'd like to wear that in my bureau!!!:-)
ReplyDeleteAn acquaintance said on viewing this photograph, that the discerning gentleman appears to be skinning up.
ReplyDeleteI also personally enjoy his enthusiasm for the up-turned collar, a big hit since the 1980's....some fashions never die.
Nor habits it appears.
The brown loafers say 'All hands on deck,' but the fleece suggests popping in to see Rodge Moore for a bit of Après ski. Clearly the Bear Grylls of the red trouser gang. I wouldn't be surprised if he was preparing a dead squirrel at his desk.
ReplyDeleteOrange and bowl on the desk: a hard worker who lunches at desk (or breakfasts?) New office phone in a box with post it: Moving up in the world. Spare fleece and jumper: prepared for all eventualities. Sleeves rolled up: ready for work. Well played, red trouser worker
ReplyDeletewonderful insight. Also note his 'crazy' bright blue stripey socks. Obviously has a wild side.
DeleteOr maybe....he's popping over to 'Verbs'for a weekend of skiing with 'the chaps'....
DeleteLooks like a proper Charlie to me.
ReplyDelete"Minor Public School I'm Afraid"
ReplyDeleteARGH, IT BURNS.
ReplyDeleteJudging by the bloomberg keyboard on is desk he's almost certainly a fund manager, and is therefore required (by law) to own red trousers,
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