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, 11 August 2012

An Actual Prince

Well, a German Prince. But still.

(If you know this trio, please confirm or deny)


  1. Most misbehaved guys at Aberdeen. Apparently that's what they wear for their secret society meetings.

  2. Philip von Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksberg6 November 2012 at 09:59

    Most excellent fellows. Princes of the house of Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha. Makes them kissing cousins of my Frau Windsor. She is very fond of red as well.