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.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Red wine, red sofa, red trousers.

9 comments:

  1. That's a whole heck of a lot of red...

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  2. A better title might of been red wine, red sofa, no trousers. Even if it is a lie.

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  3. ...or, red wine, red sofa, no legs.

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  4. thats joe motherfucking stone

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  5. Not a hipster - definitely lunatic.

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  6. I concur, that is definitely joe motherfucking stone

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  7. never mind the red wine, red sofa or RT...that sweater is HORRIBLE!!

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  8. That is one Bill Cosby Sweater

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