Steve

On his way back from the Polo I'm told.

Nassau airport business class lounge

Baron's Court

Taking the ironic toff-hipster thing a bit far...

Holiday Grandpa

It's heartbreaking: you work hard all your life, try to bring your children up the right way - and they end up wearing green shorts.

More blue suede shoes

If you're struggling to get a decent picture of your target, do as this photographer did and follow 'em to the bogs!

A kind of jockey

Caption competition?

It's Raspberry Meringue-head Play School Conference Sailor!

Retarded Hipster Cowboy

I shouldn't call him retarded. He's probably not - it's only because he's on a swing, smiling. It was the sender's chosen subject line, and I think it should stay.

If he is actually retarded, then double sorry.

Proper red

An American harpsichordist

Saul Milton

Manbag madman

Another tube hipster

Chipping Norton

"I think he might have clocked me" writes Will.

I think so too. Good work!

Two-tones

We haven't had many hipsters recently. Not sure whether that's because they've stopped wearing them or because they're less amusing or what, but this bloke is top drawer.

By no means a standard Dalston get-up - but a big wally hipster nonetheless. And a solid are-you-taking-a-photo scowl as well.

Full marks to the anonymous sender.

"Little rooster crowing - there must be something on his mind."

Isle of Wight Ferry

Love these shots of lone RT blokes gazing disconsolately at shelves of low quality food.

"Ghastly prawn sandwich? Or tuna and sweet corn? Do I even like prawns? Not much. Cheese maybe? You're usually safe with cheese. It's all equally disgusting. But I'm hungry so I should definitely get something. I just haven't yet decided what. Red bull to wash it down I reckon - red bull's nice." etc.

That's what he's mainly thinking. But running alongside those thoughts is the slow steady burble of "I'M WEARING RED TROUSERS! I'M RED TROUSERS GUY! OH YES I AM!"

Wrinklies at Kew Gardens

Note the upturned collar. Throw a stone on the King's Road in the 1990s and you'd be bound to hit a young sloane with his shirt collar turned up. Less so nowadays. They're going the way of spats it seems. Perhaps it's the recession.

Mumm & Dad

Brocklesby point-to-point

...and let's not ignore the excellent hat on the lady.

Kings Road

Thank you to Daniel, and to the fine fellow in the photograph, who kindly posed for the shot.

Dayhawk

This is actually a really great photo. He could be posing for Edward Hopper.

"And then I just chundered everywhere!"

Red-trousered gentlemen prefer blondes

It's a bit posed, but what the hell - it's a good four-way. Note the two polo belts.

Family walk

Many thanks to Anton for this excellent shot, taken in Winchester a few weeks ago.

Cambridge University Hawks Club

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawks'_Club

Squadron Social

Sandbanks, Dorset

The world's poshest burglar captured on CCTV

There's no such thing as bad weather...

RT sandwich

Doh!

"So there's this iPhone app - basically you tell it what you're wearing and then it warns you if your friends are wearing exactly the same thing. You should totally download it."

Megatwat Frankie Cocozza

Bronze medal for lumberjack shirt guy

Shoreditch Ad-man

Interesting cross-over here. This type of red trouser seems to be more the hipster rather than toff variety (brighter, and not corduroy) but the pink shirt is decidely St. James.

But then again, the shirt is buttoned up high in a hipster sort of way.

As I say - interesting.

Elegant

???

Worse for wear

One does not simply wear red trousers and then fall asleep pissed on the train home.

The Zetland

This is a site-specific one. The Zetland is on the Old Brompton Road of course and, being much closer to the tube station than the next nearest pub, is often wandered into by the likes of Professor Blue Jumper and The Earl of Handkerchief here. But it's basically full of builders and passing trade. I bet they didn't stay long.

Old Brompton road again

Thank you to Ben, who persuaded (it seems without too much difficulty) this gang of Sloaney partygoers to pose for the camera. They look like part of a Dulux Farrow & Ball colour chart.

Old Caterhamian's Rugby

I'd be surprised if RTs weren't disproprortionately in evidence at school reunions. Perhaps some current Caterhamians (doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it?) could do one of those bollocks modern geography projects on the topic.

Father and son

With admirable paternal pride the head of the family graciously concedes defeat in the household's daily pudding-eating competition, for the 7593rd time in a row.

At the Savage Club

Hipster wine tasting

Bang bang you're red!

3G

On the banks of Ullswater

Thank you Nick for this one. Is this fancy dress of some kind? If not, it would be interesting to know what this bloke's ruddy game is, if anyone recognises him...

Getting kitted out