Last night, on the tube up to to Kings Cross, I saw something which nearly made me whip out my mobile phone to take a pic…..but, I just couldn’t do it to the poor kid. I’m sure he was on his way to a gig or something, this teenage boy (at least I’m assuming so, and what a poor fashion-victim sod who should know better if he ISN’T a teenager) got on wearing what I believe is a pure Hoxton look. Y’know, the whole Russell Brand, Noel Fielding skinny black jeans and skinny leather jacket get up (and these were, officially the skinniest jeans I ever did see). The silver winklepickers were quite a sight to behold, so shiny I’m sure he could see his face in them. But what really tickled me, thankfully not literally, was his hair.

I’m sure he was going for the Noel Fielding bouffant shaggy backcombed coif…..comme ci

But somehow wound up looking more like Dusty from the Bay City Rollers…..comme ça

I’m sure it wasn’t the intention, but I thought he’d have actually looked more ‘individual’ and edgy if he’d gone for the cropped flares and platforms instead of the skinny jeans and winklepickers. Ridiculous, yes…..but he looked ridiculous anyway. At least he’d have been ridiculous in a way I could admire, because I certainly can’t laugh at people in platforms. You should see how many I have in my wardrobe…..