Let’s be honest: the main reason fashion exists is so that we can cover ourselves in situations in which wearing no pants is unacceptable. These contexts are clear: on the streets, at work, at the gym in school; everywhere labeled as public is a compulsory-pants zone. And not just any pants: every place has its own label. Your boss probably won’t want to see you in a tracksuit at your next meeting; at the same time, have you every tried running on a treadmill with anything but trainers? Hint: it’s not fun nor helpful.
But what about those parts of town where a code hasn’t been officially declared? I am talking supermarkets on a Saturday, train stations, but, most of all, airports. Yeah, airport wear is a big issue, and we need to talk about it.
Someone over at Slate recently sent a very straightforward message, which basically is: dress like you are around people. And I mean, it has a point: the airport is probably one among many places in which you can find the most people running around or sleeping on a chair. But one has to wonder is: why did you have to remind us?
Airports are crowded, noisy, and a sandwich costs the double that it would cost just in the bar outside the door — but that’s about the closest you get to fanciness. In all honesty, although an airport is a public place and everybody can see you very well, the whole place is covered in some sort of haziness. For how hard the restaurants next to the gates try to make us believe we are actually downtown (we are not stupid, restaurants), the airport is one place where time stops; a passage, a no man’s land. Everybody is going somewhere, and surely nobody is going to the airport just to hang out. I guess.
So you know what, we should all be proud of our elastic leggings, sneakers and embarrassing double socks. Because this is no man’s land and we will wear spandex if we want to.