This may come as a surprise to those of you who picture the Halcyon Media headquarters to be bustling with freshly manicured, perfectly coiffed, always high-heeled editors, but the truth is: We* keep it pretty casual around here. Now, that’s not to say we can’t put decent outfits together. We totally can. In fact, most mornings begin with a chorus of compliments—“I love that sweater!” “You look fabulous today!” “Sassy shoes, lady!”—all of which are sincere and true.
Much of the time though, these “looks” (that’s much too fancy a word to be using) are fairly low-key. Jeans / blazer / boots. Tunic / leggings / ballet flats. Tee / scarf / rain boots. It’s not unusual to hear kind words about your “amazing ponytail,” “awesome topknot” or other ‘do that works well with not-quite-newly-washed hair. We shop where it’s convenient—you may have heard of Tar-jhay?—and our favorite shade of lip color is, er, Chapstick? I’m not kidding when I say this, guys: We’re low-maintenance here at P&N. If you do happen to be particularly dressed up (or wearing eyeliner), prepare yourself. You’re likely to encounter a barrage of questions, such as a hopeful “Got a hot date tonight?” or a slightly panicked “Shoot, is there a meeting today?” (Because we do try to pull it together for encounters with outsiders. If you plan to stop by the office for a visit, please call ahead so we can blow-dry our hair and pull on something that’s not denim.)
The Halcyon dress code—or lack thereof—appeals to me for several reasons. First and foremost, it’s comfortable (my feet are blister-free!). It’s easy (I almost never iron!). I wear the same things to the office that I wear to the farmer’s market on the weekends and out to dinner on a weeknight. I have one wardrobe, and it’s awesome and convenient and involves only things I like to wear.
There are days when I think it might be fun to don a getup that’s a little more professional and there are days when I probably push the limits on work-appropriate attire (a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers don’t exactly scream, “I have my act together”) but for the most part, I think I’ve got a pretty good gig. And the dress code is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to why. *I will be using the term “we” throughout this post as I lump colleagues into my generalizations about attire in our workplace, even though they’re less lazy and more fashionable than I am 99 percent of the time. Work friends: I apologize for tainting your on-trend reputations in an effort to avoid singling myself out.