Friday, December 23, 2011
The real Father Christmas?
Recently escaped from a North Korean prison camp or rescued from a shipwreck, and not having enough time to get much of a disguise together, could this be a frail and confused Santa Claus catching the train to Lapland?
Brighton bookseller
I'm told the man in RTs is the one who sells the "lovely books".
I like the way both the trousers and the threadbare Guernsey jumper are a size too small.
(This characterful independent bookseller obviously deserves respect and support, but I'm afraid he has to go in the "lunatic" category.)
I like the way both the trousers and the threadbare Guernsey jumper are a size too small.
(This characterful independent bookseller obviously deserves respect and support, but I'm afraid he has to go in the "lunatic" category.)
Head-to-toe
"wHY do people keep trying to post lettters in MY MOUTh?? srry cant work thisdamn thing veyr well love dad"
Better hair, better trousers
The sender makes the observation that the red sock wearer on the left is likely to graduate to red trousers in time, once he has fully developed his self-confidence and bank balance.
Monday, December 5, 2011
On a mission
They can seem unremarkable, but I bloody love pictures like this. An affluent man in late middle-age wears his RTs for a bit of purposeful striding along an average city street. Simple and beautiful.
Traveling trousers
Thank you to Debbie who spotted this fellow at Heathrow recently.
A nice plush velvety corduroy offset by a solid tweedy coat. Also: trousers pleasingly a couple of inches too short.
(Although - and not wishing to be unkind here - I'm not sure the small-bag-over-shoulder look is quite the thing for a true Terracotta Warrior...)
A nice plush velvety corduroy offset by a solid tweedy coat. Also: trousers pleasingly a couple of inches too short.
(Although - and not wishing to be unkind here - I'm not sure the small-bag-over-shoulder look is quite the thing for a true Terracotta Warrior...)
Strangers on a bridge
Wonderful! Try as they might, these two simply couldn't ignore each other. The man in the orange trousers was, perhaps unsurprisingly, Dutch.
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