Socks of Fire Never mind that the manager instructed you to wear solid black or navy socks. Hey little pistol. You’ll even forget the four fat fucks at table five. Want to make some extra cash? You got the round table tonight and in these smokin’ socks you’ll serve chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and … Continue reading The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Susan Yount’s “House on Fire” →