My awareness of how well everyone was dressed started bright and early on a 7:30am flight from Frankfurt to Florence on Tuesday morning. Having already flown from New York to Frankfurt, complete with a delay thanks to freezing rain in NY and a layover at 5:15 AM when my mind thought it was 11:15 PM, it’s safe to say my leggings and crinkly denim shirt were not my best look. As I waited for my short flight that would finally take me back to Florence and, more importantly, back to my bed, well-dressed men and women surrounded me. Slim-cut trousers, thick knits, long coats, and a peek of ankle were seen on just about every man and woman. I even caught sight of a pair of the infamous Chanel sneakers—they were tweed, sequined, and far too fabulous for the dinky Florence airport. I tried to blend into my seat, wondering both what was going on and how I could make it through without being noticed.