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.
Surely this should read "how was your journey up?" Nobody wears RTs north of Durham. Unless he's just come back from having a bash at the grilse run on the old chap's beat on the Spey.
Surely this should read "how was your journey up?" Nobody wears RTs north of Durham. Unless he's just come back from having a bash at the grilse run on the old chap's beat on the Spey.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he gave her a mark of Zoro?
ReplyDeleteNo they look like proper http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nantucket_Reds
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