L-A: You may have noticed on Twitter & Facebook that we were looking for some guest post action. Well, Mel – also of the blogs named after Joel Plaskett songs – sent us this one. It’s not like we’ve never talked about this before, but apparently the entire world isn’t reading our blog. While I waited for my flight at LAX, I saw a middle aged man with ill-fitting jeans (too baggy!) tucked into his Uggs (!!) traveling with his wife also wore Uggs (!!!). Bad jeans! Middle aged men in Uggs! Husband/wife matching footwear! It’s clearly time to revisit the subject. And to that man and his wife: Uggs barely look good on teenage girls. You two are grown-ups. Make better shoe choices!
Mel: Whatever happened to the days of traveling glamorously? You know, when ladies wore high heels and skirts and their dudes wore sexy suits à la Don Draper.
The opportunity to go somewhere used to be cause for celebration and with that celebration came the social convention to dress up, to make oneself presentable. Dare I say it, even a little fancy.
Even flight attendants used to look a whole lot sexier than they do nowadays. (My apologies to any flight attendants out there. You all still look great. But come on, those ladies had it going on!)
These days, a trip to the airport means many things: a frisking by the fine folks of airport security, long lines, overpriced snacks and sadly, too much information in the form of ill-fitting “leisure” clothing from fellow passengers.
Ladies, I get that sitting down in a glorified air-borne cattle car for hours at a time can be uncomfortable, but surely your hungry ass syndrome that seems to be devouring your ill-fitting sweat pants can’t be that comfortable either.
*Full disclosure, I would rather be caught naked in public than wearing my sweat/ pajama pants.
I was lucky enough to travel this summer to the capital of laid-back, casual but stylish comfort: California.
While being shuffled through security at LAX, a commotion broke out and my first and only LA celebrity sighting happened. Eva Longoria, in all her crazy glory was being ushered through the front doors and up the VIP express escalator to security.
Sure, it was nighttime and GF was wearing her sunglasses and she could probably rock a potato sack and still look amazing… But the point is, she still managed to look chic and effortless like she was just jet setting off to something fabulous. (Okay, so I totally concede that she is guilty of the velour track suit crime against fashion on several occasions, but stick with me here…)
Sky high stiletto pumps, flowy shirt, good-fitting pants….. Even if she wasn’t famous and just a normal lady dressed like that she still would have turned heads.
She wasn’t dressed in couture, her outfit is totally something that anybody could wear.
I’m not saying that everybody should pull out their finery to make an already unpleasant journey more uncomfortable. What I am saying is this: it takes the same amount of effort to put on a pair of real pants as it does pajama or sweat pants.
p.s. these do not count as real pants: (xo. L-A)