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.

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

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.


  1. Are you suggesting throwing stones at Sloanes?

    Very good, carry on.

  2. Has woman in wheel chair behind previously served in special forces?

  3. Outstandingly creased trousers. Excellent.

  4. so last sunday...