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, 10 November 2012

Farlows























According to its website, this Pall Mall fly-fishing shop has been "supplying the country connoisseur since 1840" (or rather, "Supplying the Country Connoisseur Since 1840  "). It looks like the man in the green jumper has been refused admission and is threatening to stand there all day being annoying.










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  1. Anonymous14 November 2012 at 15:20

    I really like that one, and the comment is absolutely appropriate.

    RT seems however eggagerately oversized, what?

    Must be what the call a Red Zulu.

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  2. Anonymous24 November 2012 at 17:33

    I'm the guy in the green sweater! I'm on LAMFRT, this is the best day ever!
    we all work there, glad we could assist in the RT spotting!

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