Airports, Planes and Clothes

July 03, 2018


The flight is part of the fun no matter the destination I fly to. Just like getting dressed is. Oh, going to the coffee shop near by? Let’s see what would make me have more fun to and in the coffee shop.

I once went to pick up a friend at the airport dressed in pyjamas. It was winter, I was wearing a head-to-toe puffer jacket and few could have guessed, let alone got any hint of the party I was – dreamily – having on my own. Literally. The comfort of having had a bubble bath, put a moisturiser on, got into pyjamas, into jacket, into car, listened to music and sang along on the way to the airport is just another way to party to me. It was at night and it was winter.

It is, nevertheless, true that I, sometimes, put on the high-waisted, (g)old blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the favourite-of-the-hour pair of shoes and feel like ready for the party in the club. I just let the hair, perfume and nails do the trick.

The little things… They are never little.

The flight to Bali was the party before the party called Bali. I knew I wanted to have on not only comfortable – obviously – clothes, but also clothes that inject some sort of fun into the party I was about to have on my own whilst everyone on the plane would have been sleeping. Clothes that are close to myself just as a pyjama is.

You could wear the grey dress; I wore it on long flights and it’s fabulously comfortable (I was about to sleep in it at some point after all), mom told me. Oh right, I told myself, I feel pretty party in it. It is the dress that seems to fly places all over the world and a dress I share with mom. I can see her doing the straight face, though, and she can always see me doing the grinning face. She was the one to bring it up, after all.

It was too cold to fly on a Qatar flight in flip-flops, so I put my white Golden Goose on; they always feel like barefoot. Flip-flops and sneakers were the only two shoes options on my trip anyway, yay! Cold and fun were the two words that guided me to make up the combo I transformed from one look into another depending on the temperature and mood.

I found the perfect pair of grey leggings, but it has to be ordered online from far away; until then, however, the grey leggings bought on the day before the flight from Zara Kids (adults seem not want/need grey, simple leggings anymore; I’d been looking everywhere) did the work. The leggings were soft, grey (duh!), almost just as the ones about to be ordered. Grey? To naturally blend into the combo. I’ve always somehow liked grey leggings. A certain type of grey.

They’re made from a very fine cottony mix and they don’t just blend in with the dress through airports and planes, but also with the sweater I feel like home in no matter where. Home, party, same. It is All Saints and was purchased on a holiday at my brother’s. I wear it with love and, most of the times, wear it just out of love. It’s not only made from an interesting type of cotton, but it’s also a special shade of dark blue and it has a cut that is not unraveled from the start, but once disclosed loved forever. It is that type of thing.

Just like the coloured hearts around my neck are. Or the watch – Optimef – made by dear friends of mine, with its limited – Summer Well – edition strap which, that from the moment it touched my hand, it and I, we both knew it is coming with me to Bali. I am still gravitating outfits around it.

I left home wearing the dress and sneakers.

On the first plane, the leggings got underneath and the sweater on top of the dress; we only flew for 5 hours and got to Doha where someone was waiting for us. The bronze Untitled Lamp Bear, by the Swiss artist Urs Fischer.

On the second plane, I took off the dress from under the sweater and stayed in leggings and sweater. Mmm… We flew for about 11 hours.

Just before landing in Bali, the dress had got under the sweater again only before the sweater went to sleep into the backpack with the leggings. Awwm.

The way back was the same. Airports, planes and clothes.

You know that feeling you get after vacation when you’re just so happy to get back to reality? Me neither.

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Fly Away. Lenny Says So.

March 19, 2015
Love to be on planes! I am looking around and I see people sleeping (not that comfy, but still sleeping at 8 pm), eating (without rushing or watching tv), reading (and no peeking on to telephones), talking to each other (not caring about postures, they just go deep into the conversation chairs) or staring through the windows at the beautiful sky, just take a moment and think.

At whatever. We all detach from our busy minds lives and without wanting to (I do, don’t know about you) are stranded in this piece of iron. Thousands of metres above. Literally.

Whereas it is something scary for some of us… My brother has to drink a shot of whiskey in order to help him forget about the Physics and start to be present in our conversation. I guess he should do that on the ground, too. It is something really fun for others. You can actually see a whistling smiley over here.

This is the time for me. For us. For a few hours it is just myself or us. No phone, no internet, no people, no I-should-be-doing-something-now-instead-of-having-this-much-fun, no worries about jobs, about anything. You are cut from your world for a short time and put into this up-in-the-air box along with red wine and good music in your headphones.

They say that planes are the most secure mean of transportation, so just go with the flow. Though I am sure you can think right now of, at least, one turbulence you’ve been through. Well, guess what! It is the most rare cause of plane crashes. Next time you are in one, just remember of this. Read it when you have the time. Or just trust me. You shouldn’t be afraid. Why should you? It’s not like you could actually do something about it, so you’d better just enjoy it. As a roller-coaster ride. Oh! Roller-coaster rides… Rides… Ride it with my surfboard. Surfboard.

It feels like a new beginning each time I land. Anywhere.

And then there are the hugs at landings. Either it’s you the one who is flying someone dear that you need to pick up, the tight hug at the aiport is so genuine that it becomes part of the whole flying experience. Listen.

To make it all complete, they even created a buzz called “airport style“. And articles entitled: “Steal airport style from your favourite celebs” or “See celebs’ best airport style post Oscars”. Just google it. Victoria Beckham seems to be the queen of that. The clothes, the attitude, the stroll and, of course, the big glasses. I do believe, though, she has some sweats and flip-flops in those Hermès’.


victoria beckham airport



Next time you fly, try to do something you don’t have time for usually. Just think, go back to memories that make you smile, watch a movie, read a book, sleep. All of this without any phooooones! I hope they never make it possible to have network coverage on planes though I already heard something about it. Don’t even want to say it out loud.

Looking forward to the next story. Just landed.

Theoretically ⬇️.

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