I have a fashion crush…… I am obsessed with maxi skirts.
My obsession began in ballet class when I was five. The students had to wear tights, a leotard, and a stiff itchy pink tutu, but my ballet mistress always wore a long, beautiful, flowy black wrap skirt. Her skirt cascaded when she gracefully chasséd around the dance floor. It twirled around her body when she spun into a pirouette. I never did follow in her career footsteps, but clearly she made a stylish impression!
My maxi skirt collection is, well, rather extensive. I couldn’t get them all in one photograph! One of my favorites is a raspberry and grape plumage vintage Valentino from Ebay. Yep, Ebay. My maxi skirts range from a twenty dollar black and white polka dot high waisted vintage gem that I purchased from the Randolph Street Market in Chicago to a spectacular knit Missoni I spotted in a store window in Florence.
Maxi skirts come in infinite options, from pleated to asymmetrical, a-line, slim, ruffled or a gown skirt with pockets that flatter all silhouettes. There is no limit on fabric choices either. From knit to chiffon, cotton, jersey, silk or rayon their wearability is solidified in any climate. You name the occasion and a maxi skirt never disappoints. I travel in them with my Golden Goose sneakers and a cashmere sweater. I zip one up and pair it with a crop top and head to brunch. I add some flips flops and my bikini top for a walk to the beach. I slide on booties over black fishnets with a rock ’n roll sweatshirt during the fall season. I can throw on a bomber, a cropped leather or even a jean jacket with a maxi when it’s chilly. I can even belt them ….or not. Endless options really. I feel feminine, cool, sexy and comfortable, but now my adult version of a pink tutu is best suited with my stiletto Minolo’s and olive army jacket for date night!