Look at my fucking red trousers!
A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere. Contributions gratefully received at firstname.lastname@example.org
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.
Thursday, 1 August 2013
And the Guardian's response is here (written by soi-disant "English Socialite" Henry Conway).
I haven't updated the blog for six months - mainly through good old-fashioned laziness, but perhaps also because I see fewer RTs on the streets these days. Perhaps it has had an effect...
But if the price of freedom (from red trousers) is eternal vigilance, I really ought to keep posting. I'll have a trawl through the inbox in the next few days.
Thanks again for all submissions, and apologies to anyone whose repeated pleas to remove the drunkenly submitted photo of their brother-in-law have so far gone unread.
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Two dozen men
I tend to avoid posed group shots, but an exception can be made for this collection. Sandhurst, I'm told...
Rasta at the Epsom Derby
Are we looking at a genuine example of that much misapplied term, Trustafarian?
Or is it just a "comedy" wig?
Thank you to Tom for this one (which he sent in last June... continued apologies for being slow.)
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Red in the Med
It must be a lovely thing for a Terracotta Warrior to find himself standing next to a man in two shades of pink...
Friday, 30 November 2012
In Canada, where this photo was taken, the police come down hard on socially divisive leg wear.
We wouldn't want it to get disproportionate of course, but something along these lines on the Kings Road from time to time might not be a bad idea...
A bloke from Hull who's in a band
Fish in a barrel perhaps, but hey. Not a million miles away from this guy.
In case you were wondering what sort of music a man dressed like this might produce, see here.
Spotted a four-leafed clover?
He's obviously foreign, but I think it still counts.
[removed on legal advice]
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Great Dixter gardens, East Sussex
Royal Cinque Ports Halford Hewitt Cup
Golf. What's wrong with just being called Nigel and driving a Ford Mondeo like every other golfer in England?
Monday, 12 November 2012
You don't have to be posh to do the blue/red thing it seems.
Full marks to the sender, Tim, for bravery here.
Hipsters on the beach
Stop me if you've heard it...
Q: Why did the hipster burn himself on his pizza?
A: He ate it before it was cool.
There ain't no party like a South Ken party!
That looks a lot like a bottle of fizz and TWO pipes of Pringles to me.
And I don't think those are his everyday trousers. Oh no. I think those are his PARTAAY TROUSAAZ!
Another old-school posho with a good-looking wife at his child's Christening. (See here for the other one.)
Many thanks to Leigh for this one. Apparently getting his mate to stand in the shot wasn't an entirely successful ruse. Said the red-trousered man on finishing his call (who we can only assume has grown six inches since he bought this pair) "I hope you got a good one, you cunt!" Good enough matey, good enough.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Thank you again!
Particular apologies to anyone who over the last couple of months has sent in one of those emails along the lines of, "My mate/girlfriend/daughter sent in a picture of me looking like a first-class tosser, and while I can just about see the funny side (no really, ahahahaha) please please please please please take it down". I haven't read your message yet, but I will do very soon. (I'll probably ignore it obviously, but still).
Also, if you find yourself chasing your quarry around a shopping centre or similar and the pictures keep coming out blurry, a video might be worth a try...
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.
"I'm terribly sorry...
According to its website, this Pall Mall fly-fishing shop has been "supplying the country connoisseur since 1840" (or rather, "Supplying the Country Connoisseur Since 1840 "). It looks like the man in the green jumper has been refused admission and is threatening to stand there all day being annoying.
Red trousers, blue car
When in Rome...
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
The Red Baron
The Bell, City of London
Well done to Anton for getting this fellow to pose for a snap! Pleasing to hear it was apparently the third time he'd been asked that day.
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Thank you to Simon H for this one. I haven't been told precisely what happened next, but I think we can make an educated guess.
Boycie from Only Fools and Horses!
Many thanks to Mary for this one - who assures me this really is the actor John Challis. (A quick google image search confirms this.)
Amsterdam cravat man
The book is Spaanse Vrouwen, Bewolkte Luchten (Spanish Women, Cloudy Skies) by Martin Gaite, in case anyone was wondering.