A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere. Contributions gratefully received at lamfrt@gmail.com
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, 15 December 2012
Friday, 30 November 2012
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
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.
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Monday, 26 March 2012
Architect Mike Davies
This is of course way above and beyond plain old RTs, but I think he merits posting.
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Friday, 23 December 2011
The real Father Christmas?
Recently escaped from a North Korean prison camp or rescued from a shipwreck, and not having enough time to get much of a disguise together, could this be a frail and confused Santa Claus catching the train to Lapland?
Brighton bookseller
I like the way both the trousers and the threadbare Guernsey jumper are a size too small.
(This characterful independent bookseller obviously deserves respect and support, but I'm afraid he has to go in the "lunatic" category.)