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, 5 December 2011

Strangers on a bridge

Wonderful! Try as they might, these two simply couldn't ignore each other. The man in the orange trousers was, perhaps unsurprisingly, Dutch.


  1. What a fine pair they make !!

  2. Bit of a clash - enough to make your hair/stone curl muchty man

  3. I reckon the Dutch guy made the first move

  4. Kijk mijn fucking rode broeken!

  5. Wearing red trousers isn't his only strange habit.