I have an unproven theory about clothes, which is that the more overwhelming our world seems, the more it becomes essential to dress like a human Swiss Army knife. Perhaps that is why I’ve been trading in skirts for skorts.
Skorts are essentially the wearable equivalent of everyone’s favorite undecided utensil, the spork. It’s not a spoon nor a fork, but both! The skort is the same but different, plus spandex. It’s a true hybrid vehicle. The skort is work, play, all of the above. It doesn’t require you to know what your future will hold. It wants you to do it all without worrying about what some creep next to you is up to with his iPhone. Your skort can bike. It can hold tennis balls in convenient spandex pockets. It’s a garment that laughs in the face of the weird hot air the subway ejects and says, what now, life?
Market and styling by Elizabeth Tamkin. Photos by Edith Young, collages by Maria Jia Ling Pitt.