I’ve always associated white trousers with styles that you see at Pitti Uomo in Florence. Crisp and elegant, they would go along with a luxe camel coat and suede shoes. Sort of a bold statement as in “I am so detached from regular life, that I can wear white trousers in rain, hale and snow.” The group of teenage commuters has triggered something and from that moment on I started noticing white pants everywhere, in situations that don’t have too much to do with Italian elegance but more Berliner Alltag.
Putting this story together I was hoping to take a funny picture of white pants covered in mud stains. Did not happen. It turns out that they don’t get dirty that easily. They are quite practical after all.