So it seems airlines don’t have dress codes anymore.
This makes absolutely no sense to me. Flight attendants have to wear ridiculous outfits and funny hats but passengers are able to fly in their undies. Huh?
This man flew from Fort Lauderdale to Phoenix in the US wearing women’s underwear in a fetching shade of cobalt blue, black stockings, a sheer white cardigan and tied it all together with a black choker. Snaps to that.
My ideal airport outfit does not consist of anything sheer or tight. What I end up wearing is often determined by how much of my luggage I have to wear onto the plane, because I’ve overpacked yet again.
I am endlessly fascinated by what celebrities wear on planes. Just like I’m fascinated by the beauty routine they apparently adhere to. There’s lots of moisturising, facial spritzing, tying up of hair (which magically falls into place 11 hours later) and a cashmere scarf that doubles as a blanket always gets a mention. I like to imagine they also have some leggings or trackie daks (of the rare but ethically-sourced Mongolian cashmere wool variety, of course) stuffed into their Louis Vuitton carry alls, because no-one can sit in a cramped space in structured designer clothes for more than an hour… can they?
A waiting paparazzi pack would be enough to inspire me to spritz hourly and invest in a really big pair of flash-proof sunnies and a multitude of hats. But I once flew wearing pants that were a fraction too tight and have resorted to leggings or loose jeans ever since, and that was only to Sydney to Melbourne.
Victoria Beckham has airport outfits down to a fine art… well apart from that time she mistook herself for a captain. Take a look through our gallery of fabulous airport fashion:
If you have any fashion dilemmas you want Mamamia to help solve, email nicky@mamamia.com.au and we’ll workshop them, together-like, it’ll be fun.
