Charli XCX Just Gave “Airport Fashion” a London Cool-Girl Upgrade
There are some celebrities who dress for the camera, and others who dress for themselves. Then there’s Charli XCX somehow doing both, without trying too hard. Fresh off her chic and refreshingly understated London town hall wedding (yes, that one—complete with the perfect corseted Vivienne Westwood gown that felt like a love letter to punk femininity), she’s already making headlines again. This time? It’s not the altar she’s gracing, but the airport terminal.
2025-08-07 17:02:50 - Felicia Elohim
And while most people might reserve their most comfortable
(read: forgettable) clothes for the departure lounge, Charli took a different route. The “360” singer was spotted in what can only be described as a masterclass in London cool-girl nonchalance. A strappy, barely-there top. Micro-mini black shorts that screamed Glastonbury afterparty. Her go-to knee-high boots, scuffed just enough to show she lives in them. And slung casually over one shoulder? A plush, quilted Saint Laurent bag a quiet flex that speaks volumes if you know, well, anything about fashion.
But it wasn’t just the pieces themselves. It was the way she wore them.
That devil-may-care confidence. The tousled hair that looked like it had been styled by the wind (but, let’s be honest, probably wasn’t). The oversized sunglasses pulled down just enough to flash a knowing glance. This wasn’t a put-together influencer airport look. It wasn’t a PR stunt. It was pure, undiluted Charli raw, polished, and a little chaotic in the best way.
If her wedding look was a moment of romantic nostalgia Vivienne Westwood, after all, built an entire empire on subverting bridal expectations then this airport fit was the equivalent of a mic drop. A return to form. A sartorial reset. Gone was the bride. In her place? The provocateur. The alt-pop icon. The woman who headlined Glastonbury in latex and left no notes.
And let’s talk about that YSL bag for a second. Because while Charli may rotate through looks that toe the line between edgy and erotic, she’s nothing if not consistent when it comes to her designer allegiances. A longtime fan of Anthony Vaccarello’s modern, moody take on Saint Laurent, she carries the label with an ease that doesn’t read as luxury snobbery. Instead, it feels like muscle memory Saint Laurent as armor, as identity, as second skin.
There’s something distinctly British about the whole vibe.
That blend of undone and deliberate. The idea that fashion isn’t about impressing strangers, but about broadcasting your own internal world loud enough for the right people to hear it. Charli’s outfit didn’t scream for attention but it would stop anyone with even a passing interest in personal style dead in their tracks.
In a world where celebrity airport outfits are often hyper-styled to the point of parody, Charli’s look felt like a breath of cigarette-scented, backstage air. Cool without effort. Sexy without the gloss. And very, very Charli.
So if you're looking for a lesson in how to channel that elusive, magnetic, slightly messy London energy start here. With a pair of boots that have lived a little, a bag that means business, and the kind of shorts that demand confidence (and maybe some SPF). But most importantly? With the unshakable belief that you don’t have to dress for anyone but yourself.