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.
Quite, quite beautiful. The next generation is in safe hands
ReplyDeleteI love that you are more perturbed about the inherent family trouser 'problem' than their alcohol dependence.
ReplyDeleteWhat alcohol problem? There is nothing wrong with champagne.
ReplyDeleteIm more worries about the floral sofa, can you really still find them in English homes across the nation? Must clash terribly with the 'reds'!
ReplyDeleteAnd such a lovely sofa
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