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.


  1. This guy is a dappa!

  2. Good lord - look at how skewiff his specs are!! Must be a bloody good book...

  3. 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!