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.
that's three quite distinct uniforms in one. A Frankenstein's monster of a get-up. Perhaps someone's been playing Consequences with him in his sleep
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely glorious! Henley panache personified.
ReplyDeleteHe looks a bit foreign, which might explain it.
ReplyDeleteSurely that's rust not red?
ReplyDeleteIs the red and navy combo behind looking for a mate? Very posh offspring imminent. I'm guessing she's American Chinese... Is he Danish? Maybe Dutch? They would marry, then live in Hong kong and Oxford. Children's names??? Suggestions on a postcard please
ReplyDeleteAalbertsz and Hubrecht De Vries -Wong-Roos-Knickerbocker
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