I’ve taken some crap from co-workers for my loud sock choices lately. So it was nice to see this piece in a recent NY Times style article.
In a land where the uniform — jeans, hoodies and flip-flops — is purposefully nonchalant, and where no one would be caught dead in a tie, wearing flashy socks is more than an expression of your personality. It signals that you are part of the in crowd. It’s like a secret handshake for those who have arrived, and for those who want to.
In case you’re wondering (and you probably aren’t), my go-to brand is Happy Socks. You can find them at Uniform, in Boston’s South End.