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
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.
Does that magazine actually exist? This is a photoshop fit-up surely?
ReplyDeleteMr / Ms Anonymous: Presumably, you do not own a pair of red trousers. And, (in the extremely unlikely event you do), you refuse to wear them, probably.
Delete- Were the converse true, you would be aware of the existence of this august journal (and subscribe to it, most likely).
http://www.superyachtworld.com/
Your Servant Always,
Rufus Red-Trouser.
Actually, I subscribe to its sister publication, Super-Duper Willy-Whooper Fucking Big Yacht, Yeah?
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