Skirting Sophistication.

Lately I have been consumed.

By a whale. 

PSYCH. 

So gullible. 

Nope. 

Actually, by skirts. 

It began during my Parisian summer. Thrifted leather minis errday.

It steadily progressed, however, into a more practical rendition falling no higher than two inches above the knee. (thank you adult employment)

My favorite part is that there's something so inherently feminine about it - so assumedly formal and figure-flattering. 
Frankly, everything I'm not.

That's what makes it so perfect. I'm instantly able to slap sophistication in the face. 
One bulky sweatshirt or a baggy tee, a torn top or a mini midriff-baring bralette - and I instantly comment ironically (or what I'd like to think might be the meaning of ironically) on the formerly stifling woman's wardrobe staple. 
 

I almost wore this with sneakers, actually. A double-cheek slap, if you will. But the maroon & royal blue combo with which I'm currently infatuated was calling much too loudly to be ignored. 

wearing: skirt: Anthropologie, sweatshirt: thrifted, boots: Zara, necklace: Target, hat: H&M

So what say you, boos?

Skirts: Liberating or limiting? Too traditional? Or can they be revamped?
A-line? Pencil? 
The chicken or the egg?

Chip chip cheerio. 


PS: Check this outfit out in the NYT slideshow :)