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, 3 April 2012
On the banks of Ullswater
Thank you Nick for this one. Is this fancy dress of some kind? If not, it would be interesting to know what this bloke's ruddy game is, if anyone recognises him...
I know this man; he wears a very tight tie knot and has senior naval connections. Not only does he prefer red trousers but also red shoes, of which he owns perhaps two dozen pairs.
Note the untrustworthy footwear. I would never recommend a slick-soled brogue for lochside activities.
ReplyDeleteI know this man; he wears a very tight tie knot and has senior naval connections. Not only does he prefer red trousers but also red shoes, of which he owns perhaps two dozen pairs.
ReplyDeleteHe has a brilliant moustache and possibly beard, too. Surprising.
ReplyDeleteIs this THE Ralph Woodling on such fine form?!
ReplyDeleteThis man makes a fabulous Club Sandwich; served with chilled, dry rose whatever the weather.
ReplyDeleteI am sitting next to this man enjoying a fine glass of Rose myself this minute! Declare yourself, anonymous!
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