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.

Saturday 11 August 2012

An Actual Prince

Well, a German Prince. But still.

(If you know this trio, please confirm or deny)

2 comments:

  1. Most misbehaved guys at Aberdeen. Apparently that's what they wear for their secret society meetings.

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  2. Philip von Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksberg6 November 2012 at 09:59

    Most excellent fellows. Princes of the house of Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha. Makes them kissing cousins of my Frau Windsor. She is very fond of red as well.

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