In these dark days of financial apocalypse and global unrest, here’s a cheering thought: red trousers are staging a comeback. Until recently, there was a danger that brightly coloured men’s trousering might go the way of the bowler hat: a once-great British institution killed off by the scorn of the young and hip. Only the very poshest old duffers wore colours: defiant in mustard-yellow or crushed raspberry, they stood out like birds of paradise among the dun-coloured masses.
But now the hipsters are channelling the duffers. Young folk in Hoxton and Shoreditch can even be found teaming red trousers with deck shoes. I suppose it’s like the über-geeky look: so uncool it must be cool.
But now the hipsters are channelling the duffers.
That\’s how the whole hipster thing works and always has.
John Lennon wore 20s style granny glasses not thick frames like 50s hep cats such as Dave Brubeck. Teddy Boys were channelling Edwardian swells.
It\’s never what Mum and Dad did was cool, but always that Gramps had a thing about him, didn\’t he?
Our children will never claim that second summer of love tie dye is hip and our grandchildren most certainly will.
The only thing more conservative than hipsters is the modern British left.