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.
He looks like he's at some kind of attraction - like when you go on a school trip to experience a 'Victorian street scene', except it's a toff gone to see some kind of housing estate.
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It is an attraction - it is a modernist masterpiece by Hampstead Heath, that just happens to look rather like a council house from the outside.
ReplyDeletewasn't this the home of erno goldfinger...
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed the home of Erno Goldfinger, it is now under the care of the National Trust, and called 2 Willow Road (and sometimes I work there...)
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