I'm always mesmerized by what people wear in airports. Some people try too hard to have the "it" look that they simply look ridiculous. Like the young black
woman who just walked by wearing medium washed denim jeans with a matching denim jacket and a hot pink Juicy Couture shirt.
All wrong.
There are several people in my terminal who are also wearing clothes
that are incredibly too tight. I'm not hinting that everyone should
dress up for flight or even incorporate formalwear into their travel
cases. What I am saying, however, is that you can travel in comfort
without sacrificing style and class.
Take for instance the middle aged white woman next to me. She's
wearing wide legged black wool trousers, a casual white polo style
shirt, with a black sweater artfully draped over her shoulders. Simple
diamond studs in each ear, a beautiful David Yurman bracelet and
matching ring, with an incredibly big diamond wedding ring. Her shoes
are black and khaki quilted Chanel ballerina flats. Casual,
comfortable, classy. Ages ready for business or pleasure where ever
she goes. And she's winning me over even more with her giant
Longchamp tote bag. I don't know who she is, but she is totally going
somewhere.
I'm always a fan of breaking "traditional fashion rules" - like
wearing white after Labor Day for example. But it still needs to be
done well. The tragic Asian woman with her too tight, too long, and
too wrinkled white cotton skirt with her ill fitting blouse really
should rethink her fashion making decisions.
I also like to mix and match patterns. Maybe a vertical stripe dress
shirt with a diagonal repp stripe tie. But not a vertical stripe shirt
with a diagonal stripe tie and a polka dot sweater vest. I kid you
not. This shit is reality for some people, nightmares for the rest of
us.
There's the new mother with her light blue and white stripe degrade
skirt and complimentary blue knit top that looks absolutely amazing
and ready for any travel delays she may face. And her stacked kitten
heels with peep toe show that just because she gas a baby strapped to
her body doesn't mean her fashion fundamentals should be compromised.
Neck pillows are out. Especially the inflatable kind. It looks like a toilet
seat is stuck on your neck.
Zone One is now boarding. It's time to join by cocktail party in the sky.
Enjoy your day!
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, October 10, 2008
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