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, 15 December 2012

Confused at Clapham Junction


In certain company, RTs just don't quite cut it...

Two dozen men

I tend to avoid posed group shots, but an exception can be made for this collection. Sandhurst, I'm told...

Rasta at the Epsom Derby

Are we looking at a genuine example of that much misapplied term, Trustafarian?

Or is it just a "comedy" wig?

Thank you to Tom for this one (which he sent in last June... continued apologies for being slow.)

Rio Ferdinand!

Furry hipster