Ibiza style setter: What Maya wears – Neon and on and on and on

Written by Maya Claughton on September 1, 2011

My boyfriend James does NOT mind buying me presents. You could definitely say he’s a keen shopper (for me). I barely have to blink and he’s there with gifts. Good gifts. Ones in nice tissue paper. I’ve never had a boyfriend who could choose clothes for a girl like he can (we’ll pretend the size zero leather trouser fiasco never happened). It’s truly amazing.

Last week he came home with what can only be described as the world’s most AMAZING kaftan (or Moo-Moo, as my American friend Matt calls it). It’s neon coral pink (my fave colour), it’s cotton jersey (soooo soft!) and it has an awesome neon yellow braided strip down the front (so, like, ethnic).

It has filled a gap in my wardrobe that I didn’t know existed – I can’t take it off and I really don’t want to. My friend Amanda actually has the same one and we love them so much we both wore them to the same party last week (See? Obsessed).

Obviously a kaftan like this needs a bag to match and whilst I was blithely showering at Tropicana Beach at the weekend, James was up to his old tricks… I returned to see a wonderful paper bag of goodies nestled on my lounger – and inside? This absolute shazz-o-rama of a beach bag. It’s a basket, yes; with leather handles, yes; but it’s absolutely COVERED in the teensiest tiniest multi-coloured sequins – it’s ridiculous! And his reason for buying it? A smattering of the sequins are the same neon coral pink as my kaftan. Now that is faultless accessorising.

The adorable little Indian leather flats are a seasonal fave – George Scarbrough and I buy them religiously each summer from Ganesha in the port and wear them until the soles wear through… Oddly enough, the only reason I ever happened upon these in the first place was that, when I used to work for Erick Morillo, I once had to put together a costume for him for a fancy dress party to which he was going as an Indian. In hindsight, it should have been obvious that he meant a Red Indian. Needless to say, he didn’t wear the costume.