We probably don’t need to tell you guys that gone are the days when the gym was a haven of (un)athletic anonymity.
Remember? You used to be able to roll into a gym full of middle-aged strangers and attempt four half-assed crunches before shamelessly pulling a half-eaten Kit Kat out of your pocket.
But now, the one morning you decide to go barefaced and decked in a sweat-stained varsity tee? Better believe you’ll be running into that effortlessly modelesque friend-of-a-friend/your boss/that brief-but-emotionally-traumatizing high school fling. Oh, and you’ve probably been accidentally snapped mid-squat by that girl Instagramming her Nikes over there. Flattering.
On the plus side, athletic gear is now officially socially acceptable—encouraged, even!—off the treadmill. Day-to-night dressing? Please, more like gym-to-office-to-bar*.
So now that we’ve erased any buyer’s regret you may have had after dropping half a paycheck on a fresh workout wardrobe, here are a few more Spandex, sweatpant and sneaker something-somethings to add to any fashion clique’s gym-bag wish list. You’re welcome.
*Kidding. Please change your clothes.
What’s in their gym bag: Wimbledon-worthy basics like a flared tennis skirt and fitted tank, paired with Stan Smith x Adidas sneaks and face-shielding sunnies for the commute to and from. And to tote it all, a plus-sized duffel (Chanel, of course, if not whatever it-bag they’ve been gifted that month), filled half with athletic gear and half with sample-sized products. A dab of maybe-she’s-born-with-it balm stain, a sparkly swath of NARS illuminator and a swipe of second-skin Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer and The Editor is good to go.
Workout of choice: SoulCycle for the cardio and Ballet Beautiful for being the best thing since Spanx to combat the event circuit’s all-too-frequent open bar. And a little kickboxing thrown in once a week—an Editor’s got to get her frustrations out somehow, right?
What’s in their gym bag: Wimbledon-worthy basics like a flared tennis skirt and fitted tank, paired with Stan Smith x Adidas sneaks and face-shielding sunnies for the commute to and from. And to tote it all, a plus-sized duffel (Chanel, of course, if not whatever it-bag they’ve been gifted that month), filled half with athletic gear and half with sample-sized products. A dab of maybe-she’s-born-with-it balm stain, a sparkly swath of NARS illuminator and a swipe of second-skin Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer and The Editor is good to go.
Spanx to combat the event circuit’s all-too-frequent open bar. And a little kickboxing thrown in once a week—an Editor’s got to get her frustrations out somehow, right?
What’s in their gym bag: A Moschino tee ft. cheeky slogan, Nike Frees, and drop-crotch Alexander Wang sweatpants that cost as much as the elliptical. The Slasher has a limited edition RiRi Woo stashed in her pocket for touch-ups and an iPhone open to Instagram to keep her company (and for easy access should a #fitspiration photo op present itself. You know, just in case).
Workout of choice: Various Bootcamps and skip-and-sculpt classes, accompanied by a remix-heavy playlist that keeps the Slasher going thrice as fast as everyone else.
What’s in their gym bag: A Moschino tee ft. cheeky slogan, Nike Frees, and drop-crotch Alexander Wang sweatpants that cost as much as the elliptical. The Slasher has a limited edition RiRi Woo stashed in her pocket for touch-ups and an iPhone open to Instagram to keep her company (and for easy access should a #fitspiration photo op present itself. You know, just in case).
Workout of choice: Various Bootcamps and skip-and-sculpt classes, accompanied by a remix-heavy playlist that keeps the Slasher going thrice as fast as everyone else.
What’s in their gym bag: Sneakers. Three pairs of them. And no, that’s not counting the Riccardo Tisci x Nike Air Force Ones they wore to the gym. The Hypebeast stashes an oversized Givenchy tee, Beats by Dre headphones, and leather sweats of the Kanye-infamy variety (totally impractical, yes, but totally worth that strange squeaking sound emanating from their lower half on the Stairmaster).
Workout of choice: You’ll catch them stationed by the free weights with Yeezy’s The New Workout Plan on repeat. Cardio and this outfit don’t mix.
What’s in their gym bag:Sneakers. Three pairs of them. And no, that’s not counting the Riccardo Tisci x Nike Air Force Ones they wore to the gym. The Hypebeast stashes an oversized Givenchy tee, Beats by Dre headphones, and leather sweats of the Kanye-infamy variety (totally impractical, yes, but totally worth that strange squeaking sound emanating from their lower half on the Stairmaster).
Workout of choice: You’ll catch them stationed by the free weights with Yeezy’s The New Workout Plan on repeat. Cardio and this outfit don’t mix.
What’s in their gym bag: Spandex sports bra, booty shorts, Frends Layla headphones, and an Acne leather jacket thrown on top for the commute. The Model will most likely be swigging a green juice and sporting a Brooklyn Nets ball cap (no matter their hometown).
Workout of choice: A steady, sweaty rotation of hot yoga, Zumba, Nike Training Club and a little once-a-week pole dancing sprinkled in for good measure.
What’s in their gym bag:Spandex sports bra, booty shorts, Frends Layla headphones, and an Acne leather jacket thrown on top for the commute. The Model will most likely be swigging a green juice and sporting a Brooklyn Nets ball cap (no matter their hometown).
Workout of choice: A steady, sweaty rotation of hot yoga, Zumba, Nike Training Club and a little once-a-week pole dancing sprinkled in for good measure.
What’s in their gym bag: All-over print leggings in bold geometrics or watercolors paired with a draped tank à la Rick Owens and a Shourouk embellished baseball cap to mask a less-than-perfect pony. You can spot The Eccentric from across the gym, holographic details glinting off the treadmill frame like the strobe lights at last night’s Chelsea Leyland set.
Workout of choice: Psycle. Yes, that would be hardcore spinning in an environment redolent of a Tomorrowland tent.
What’s in their gym bag:All-over print leggings in bold geometrics or watercolors paired with a draped tank à la Rick Owens and a Shourouk embellished baseball cap to mask a less-than-perfect pony. You can spot The Eccentric from across the gym, holographic details glinting off the treadmill frame like the strobe lights at last night’s Chelsea Leyland set.
Workout of choice: Psycle. Yes, that would be hardcore spinning in an environment redolent of a Tomorrowland tent. — Chelsey Burnside
