Upcoming travel? Freshen up on the assholes you’re likely to meet on an airplane. Want to take a vicarious vacation? Click through Leandra’s Day in the life in Paris. If you’re still stuck on what to wear while traveling, take the advice of Amanda Brooks.
The way a woman dresses to the airport and on a plane says a lot about her. Does she hail from the comfort clothes school-of-thought? The one that argues if you’re going to go anywhere, you’re best off getting there in no-fuss clothes that make you feel close-to-naked? How far is this comfort-wear taken — as in, does she bring her own neck pillow? Are there flip flops involved?
A stiff pair of trousers? If she does, in fact, prefer trousers, is the supposition that she spends a majority of her travel time in a vertical position?
How do I sign up for that lifestyle?
When Carrie Bradshaw moved to Paris, she wore a ridiculous hat replete with a veil pinned into her freshly blown-out hair and the kind of dress you might see on a publicist at the Met Gala. But that said something, right? About where she was going, the respect she attributed to the travel and that old-world sense of glamour that is largely devoid of the airports we occupy today, right?
Until recently, I resented my mother for putting pants-proper on me when we used travel as family — as far as the airports could trend-forecast, all the other kids wore sweatpants. And sweatshirts. They had their pillows and huge backpacks behind them. But getting dressed (I mean really dressed) turned into a habit, which in the last several years snowballed into an opportunity to optimize on my ability to pack. See, if I could wear an outfit that I would want to utilize after I reached my destination, I’d save space in my suitcase and in saving space in my suitcase, I could buy relics from my travels. Relics like urns! And frying pans! Spoons and Saint Laurent shoes!
After all, it seems kind of futile that a travel outfit won’t get you anywhere after you’ve landed, no?
But enough about me! Talk about you! What do you wear to travel? I’d like to test my skills as a failed psychologist and attempt to determine stuff about who you are intrinsically based on your preferred method of clothing, so: get going. (Get it?)