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.
Monday, 12 November 2012
More churchwear
Another old-school posho with a good-looking wife at his child's Christening. (See here for the other one.)
I beg to dissent.
ReplyDeletePosho he might be, and his wife is certainly good-looking. Fact.
But no self-respecting old school RT wearer would not want to have anything to do with a rector of the female type.
LOOK at that child's up-turned collar.
ReplyDeleteI smell James Hewitt
ReplyDeleteThat child is rather shocked.
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