Everyone born in New England (myself included) has some sort of DNA coding that makes us love preppy fashion. I can smell a New Englander a mile away. Once I showed up to a new job and met a coworker. I immediately knew she was from Connecticut. She didn't actually tell me she where she was from (and yes, she was indeed from Connecticut) until months later. But I just knew.
We are the only people who wear turtlenecks even when they are not on-trend. Give us ALL THE NAUTICAL. And throw in a side of pineapple print. That preppy fashion sensibility sneaks into every New Englander's wardrobe, including those who move far from home and those who don't overtly embrace the full-on preppy dress code. You know who you are, khaki Bermuda shorts people.
I have a friend from southern California who will never really understand why a navy blazer with brass buttons is more or less my fashion totem spirit. Or why I think a cardigan set with slacks is the greatest idea EVER. In a way, preppy fashion is kind of good practice for being an old, sensible person. I can already tell that I am going to ace that phase of life.
Preppy fashion is this ultra convenient nexus where menswear and classic style merge. Give me classic menswear, or give me death! Eek, perhaps an overstatement. But I do really like classic menswear. Clean, unfussy, functional fashion is the best. I like items that I can put on now, and still pull out when my kids are grown up and look just as chic.
Power to the preppy, people! And power to the preppy people.