By 1995, however, combat trousers were part of the uniform of the Soho trendy, fighting solemnly for his right to buy over-priced, white-label techno 12 -inch mixes. Within a year, every high street outlet with half an eye on youth culture was selling them to 12-year-olds and that seemed to be it, the death of the combat trouser. And then along came All Saints, sporting a new generation of the fightin' strides: silk combat trousers. If no-one was storming barricades in them any more, why pretend that they were? Resurrected now as pure fashion-wear with a vestigial clues as to their hard-working former life, the combat trouser is a born-again cult.
Silk combat trousers, Warehouse, pounds 40
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