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.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

The babysitter

11 comments:

  1. That guys a fucking boss.

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  2. if lagerfeld and warhol had a lovechild

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  3. doctor strangelove!

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  4. Are you sure that's a bloke?

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  5. The guy is a sort of a bloke (he changed his sex but changed his mind and changed it back). Lives a couple of blocks away from me at Östermalm in Stockholm. /Simon

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  6. reminds me very much of Marvin Zindler

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  7. Andy Warhol meets Quentin Crisp

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  8. anni lennox after another sodding charity function ?

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  9. Pedobear costume for adults.

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  10. Isn't it former Home Secretary Douglas Hurd (aka Mr Whippy)?

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