For some, it is crocuses, azaleas or allergies (East Coast and Rome), for others, it is the final fade-out of Aspen raccoon eyes (Los Angeles), for me, the arrival of Spring in Rome is announced by men who wear red pants. And I have taken it upon myself to be a red panthropologist, documenting and cataloguing this colorful parade coursing its way through Rome, Italy and Europe. To you, my fashion forward friends, I encourage you to join my quest and share in my celebration of Spring, Summer and all pants colorful and fitted.
For never-ending, constantly regenerating galleries of #redpants, here is the source:
Please email erica[at]moscerina.com or tweet @moscerina with photos of your favorite pants.
Color palette includes (but is not exclusive to): Red, Pinkish Salmon, Mustard, Yellow, Lilac
And yes, I am trying to start a #redpants movement.
You are so right about the red pants. Perhaps it is the Roman warmth which requires such a warm colour. I find that in cold-shouldered Veneto the guys announce their springtime feelings with white jeans. I always run from a man with white jeans. Sort of I-am-disco, I-am-my-mother’s-baby-boy. ARgh.
Ah the white pants– i think here those are replaced by white fitted lycra turtle neck… “i am disco, I am mommy’s baby boy, i am naughty”
There is nothing strange about men wearing red pants. An obsession with men wearing pants, on the other hand, is truly bizzare.
Ah Quentin, you are absolutely right, there is nothing strange about men wearing red pants– its not the men, its the pants!! As for an obsession with men wearing pants, perhaps a lot less tame than one for men sans trousers?
I am so proud to be considered as a panthropologist and my research continues to inspire…