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.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Baron's Court

Taking the ironic toff-hipster thing a bit far...


  1. Very elaborate hair piece to boot

    1. I admire the fusion of West African funeral head dress and holding RT at half mast, classic

  2. Poor chap! Looks to be in mourning...or are they shorts?

  3. Nice to see him checking he's still on-trend. Two minutes either way and you're a massive bell.

  4. I think that's my mate Joe! :O