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.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Wedding gatecrasher
Now we've had RTs at a wedding before of course (see here), but I'm told this bloke was definitely not invited. Judging by his trousers (and, let's be honest, facial hair) I'm prepared to believe it.
That's no gatecrasher. That is the esteemed Inventor & Head of MENSA, Sir Clive Marles Sinclair, at his own wedding to Angie Bowness (a lap dancer half his age..the cad!).
He's a huge fan of Adam Ant. Angie took this photo at the reception while he was dancing to his fave tune, Prince Charming.
That's no gatecrasher. That is the esteemed Inventor & Head of MENSA, Sir Clive Marles Sinclair, at his own wedding to Angie Bowness (a lap dancer half his age..the cad!).
ReplyDeleteHe's a huge fan of Adam Ant. Angie took this photo at the reception while he was dancing to his fave tune, Prince Charming.