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

Battersea Park (South Chelsea)


  1. Red strides and a continental 'man-scarf'.

    That's right at the cutting edge...

  2. The euro-aristo bouffant, the scarf, the umbrella, the high-born faces and the recumbent bicycle in the background... Thank you for this perfect tableau of twatness.

  3. It's a trike, you twat!