A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere.
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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.
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Amsterdam cravat man
The book is Spaanse Vrouwen, Bewolkte Luchten (Spanish Women, Cloudy Skies) by Martin Gaite, in case anyone was wondering.
How can everyone have failed to notice he is not only wearing red trousers and a cravat, but TWO shirts! That's right, collar number one in striped baby blue and white and a sky blue open collar number two! Simply wonderfully outrageous!
This guy is a dappa!
ReplyDeleteGood lord - look at how skewiff his specs are!! Must be a bloody good book...
ReplyDeleteHow can everyone have failed to notice he is not only wearing red trousers and a cravat, but TWO shirts! That's right, collar number one in striped baby blue and white and a sky blue open collar number two! Simply wonderfully outrageous!
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