First up – sorry for shortage of new fashion victims. The fashion victims of Shoreditch are still there but our fuzzy photography specialist ‘admin’ is in quarantine cos he’s on a swine flu ‘chain’. Yep, dead straight – its a big skive.

Release the victims

I spotted these two guys on the way to work this morning & am just loving their quirky retro power-dress combo.

If I’d spotted them anywhere else I’d assume its fancy dress, but this is a cold Tuesday morning in Shoreditch. They’re probably on the way to meet the bank manager to seek funding to open up yet another vintage shop, cos we really need one of those.

Bonus points for their little queefs pointing out from under their jauntily sat hats, their manbags and moustaches. Did I mention the short suits? We need to invent a scoring system, cos this shit would win.

Mmmm delish fashion sense at work here…. If you look closer at the lovely pink dress you can see that there are ickle stars on it – ahhhh everyone.

Why oh why she thought that this was a good look is beyond me – waitress chic maybe? Was it a bet?

This one must also deserve the ‘natty socks’ tag.

Of course the true pinnacle of vintage fashion is to look like you’re an armenian refugee. Hat’s off to this guy for living the dream. Outstanding contribution by his ‘woman’ too – the deliberate laddering of the tights adding that touch of authenticity that only the truly scraggy East London fashionistas can achieve.

Rolled up tight jeans – Check
‘Dad’ cardigan – Check
Shoulder bags – Check

I think we can all agree, a pair of prime Shoreditch fashion victims caught in their natural habitat.