Airport fashion has taken a nose dive. Am sitting in Delta’s SkyLounge and I feel like I’m watching a parade of the downtrodden. Middleaged gentlemen with fancy watches and nice luggage who look like they’ve raided the “For Incineration” labled bin at the Goodwill.
Air travel used to be an activity that inspired wearing your Sunday best. This gave way to a more casual look, no doubt started by us here in California. But now, ugly, droopy sweatpants, funk festooned flip flops, and t-shirts that look like they once lined a parakeet’s cage after the bird enjoyed a spicy dinner, are everywhere.