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
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Isle of Wight Ferry
Love these shots of lone RT blokes gazing disconsolately at shelves of low quality food.
"Ghastly prawn sandwich? Or tuna and sweet corn? Do I even like prawns? Not much. Cheese maybe? You're usually safe with cheese. It's all equally disgusting. But I'm hungry so I should definitely get something. I just haven't yet decided what. Red bull to wash it down I reckon - red bull's nice." etc.
That's what he's mainly thinking. But running alongside those thoughts is the slow steady burble of "I'M WEARING RED TROUSERS! I'M RED TROUSERS GUY! OH YES I AM!"
Wrinklies at Kew Gardens
Note the upturned collar. Throw a stone on the King's Road in the 1990s and you'd be bound to hit a young sloane with his shirt collar turned up. Less so nowadays. They're going the way of spats it seems. Perhaps it's the recession.
Sunday, 20 May 2012
Friday, 4 May 2012
Doh!
"So there's this iPhone app - basically you tell it what you're wearing and then it warns you if your friends are wearing exactly the same thing. You should totally download it."
Shoreditch Ad-man
Interesting cross-over here. This type of red trouser seems to be more the hipster rather than toff variety (brighter, and not corduroy) but the pink shirt is decidely St. James.
But then again, the shirt is buttoned up high in a hipster sort of way.
As I say - interesting.
But then again, the shirt is buttoned up high in a hipster sort of way.
As I say - interesting.