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 trousers.

"I just like to wear them at home sometimes
 after a stressful day. I like the way they
look and feel. Loads of men do it. It's
 completely normal."


  1. This blog (and particularly this caption) has gained legendary status amongst many of my (red trouser-wearing) friends and colleagues. That is all. You can expect some submissions from us soon. We love your work...

  2. I know this man. He sports his RT's well. He also grows a mean Flashman moustache/chops combo.

  3. I also know this man. He's right.