I’m a terrible sock buyer. I’m the guy who would prefer to just hit Kmart every few months for eight packs of classic white tubes. First problem is when you have to take off your shoes because this evening’s holiday party host is a germaphobe, you kind look like a schlub in those things. Second problem is when you get home, your wife thinks the same thing.Here’s your Smelly Ugly Sock Rectification Solution. The Sock Hop on Elizabeth Street. The Nasserbakht brothers curate this amazing collection focusing on real craftmanship from heel to toe. The socks are carefully organized by gender, color and pattern. You can go completely conservative or wildly not. The Sock Hop also has a custom shirt maker on site. Measurements are taken and your pattern is cut and stored right there in the shop. You can go in at any time, choose whichever fabric is working for you in that particular season and have your completely custom shirt draped over your shoulders in about a week. We love how these brothers are keeping it old school in one of the country’s most historic neighborhoods. Whether your profession requires you to dress for work each day or you simply fancy good, old-fashioned bespoke dandy-ness, at The Sock Hop you’ll be sure to find a way to communicate your inner extrovert. By way of sock, or by way of shirt.
If the words cologne, eau de toilette, parfum, extrait and perfume fill you with a sort of olfactory dread, conjuring up choking vapors of Estee Lauder’s Beautiful or Ralph Lauren’s Chaps, then know this my friend, you are not alone. In the world of mass-produced fragrance where every other pseudo celebutard has a signature scent, the road to smelling good often dead ends into a headache. The sense of smell is among our most powerful and can conjure up powerful visceral emotions, both good and bad. I can still recall the fragrance choices of everyone from my fifth grade science teacher to my high school girlfriend, which might explain why I have been decidedly anti-perfume for most of my adult life.That is, until one day not so far back, Lesa came home wearing something altogether different. Earthy. Musky. Natural. Primal. But, not like the cloud hanging over a Dead show. She had stumbled upon Le Labo. Fantastic Le Labo. The store is spare, austere, and slightly mysterious like, well, a laboratory. The shop’s founding master perfumers drafted a “Treatise of Olfactory Resistance” and, believe me, this is a revolution you’ll want get behind. Le Labo staffers formulate each of the shop’s ten fragrances by hand, while you wait. In their arsenal of seductive scents you’ll find heady blends of sandal, delicate rose, fleur d’oranger, bergamote, vetiver, jasmine, and much more. Each fragrance stands alone or can be layered to create your own signature scent. What’s more, the mix masters at Le Labo will personalize an apothecary style label for your perfume.And just in time for the holidays, they’ve introduced a utilitarian, vintage metal casing that a travel size vial of fragrance tucks into with military precision. And in just five minutes they’ll engrave the canister with your loved one’s monogram. If you do one thing this holiday season, heed this battle call. Drop one of these scent grenades on your significant other and you’ll be making love, not war, indeed.