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, 18 August 2012

Funny business in Brighton


5 comments:

  1. You can just see him thinking "look at those ridiculous trousers."

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  2. Red Trousers Downunder1 September 2012 05:31

    An Irish Mariachi band? What a stunningly rich cultural melting-pot Brighton is!

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  3. A rather pleasing cross seemingly halfway between moleskin and corduroy. Lovely

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  4. He's just thinking ... "There are four Mexican leprichaun's over there so why is everybody photographing me?"

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  5. Has no one else clocked the outrageous haircut on the left?

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