Last summer's revolution in skirt lengths - so mini they stopped just short of perdition - has provoked a counterrevolution. Here it is in full dress, threatening to blanket the U.S. under the maxicoat. The farsighted father of the maxi was the noted pacesetter Buster Keaton, who five years ago wrapped himself in a wretched ankle-warmer to make a movie about a man hiding from the world. No one had expected girls to go to that length of repression. Yet, here is the street-sweeping hemline, replacing the graceful swing of the mini with a strangled gait, a garment that goes up stairs with the greatest reluctance and sets bystanders guffawing when it tries to get on or off a bus. Happily, there are still ways to subvert it...
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IMAGE CREDITS
All images & original text scanned by Sweet Jane from LIFE, november 7, 1969. Photographs by Arthur Schatz & Steve Shapiro.