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The Eurotrouser Phenomenon

The Eurotrouser, fig. 1

There is a certain fashion characteristic which I’ve spotted in European males of a certain age. It’s not bad, or mad, or important at all – but I thought it was worth documenting for posterity.

See, in English-speaking nations, there’s a majority unspoken rule that trousers on men should be relatively dull and neutral*. Not so for the European man-about-town, who sees no issue in wearing (In public! To the office! On the town! In the daytime!) trousers in quite startling jewel-like hues – greens, reds, yellows, oranges and more. All the colours of the pant rainbow, in fact.

There’s something about a grey London winter day which makes these colours seem all the more brilliant. Bless the vivid men of Europe, and bless their crazy Eurotrousers, every one.

*Exceptions: Golfing; Tropical-Holidaying Americans; Canadians in search of Scottish identity.

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  1. So true, so true. Also applies to Englishmen in Brighton & Hove. I fear for my own trouser-colouration as middle-age comes upon me…

  2. Clive says:

    Well spotted! This reminds me *so much* of a business contact I have, who wears red trousers every time I meet him…

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