Working in my field I just love a funky sock. I get my socks from one man, and one man only…That man is Sock Man on St. Marks. It’s a classic East Village staple - When you get there, don’t rush, comb the entirety of their selection and keep an open mind. In my early years in New York as an intern and stylist assistant I always picked up socks for my bosses there, and then when I had days off I would go and get socks for myself. I never leave without a minimum of 10 new pairs of socks and at least a 5 minute conversation with owner Marty, who is a cool, village grunge who loves Japanese socks.
