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.

Saturday, 9 June 2012


We haven't had many hipsters recently. Not sure whether that's because they've stopped wearing them or because they're less amusing or what, but this bloke is top drawer.

By no means a standard Dalston get-up - but a big wally hipster nonetheless. And a solid are-you-taking-a-photo scowl as well.

Full marks to the anonymous sender.


  1. Is this Sacha Baron-Cohen researching his next big movie titled "Red Trousers Man"?

  2. The shoes top (bottom?) those trousers superbly.