Smooth move, Camel. You may think you’re being smart by touting Williamsburg, the Brooklyn hipster enclave, on your new cigarette packaging. You think you’re appealing to youngsters who feed on Brooklyn pride and the idea of “authenticity.” But newsflash: hipsters hate being called hipsters and probably aren’t going to associate themselves with products that imply it. In fact, if you want to rope in the 20-something skinny jeans crowd, you should probably make yourself as completely uncool as possible. [Refinery 29] Keep reading »
If you live in Brooklyn, ride a bike, wear skinny jeans, or listen to bands with the words “wolf” or “deer” in their names, you’ve probably been called a hipster at one point or another. And each time this has happened, you’ve probably denied it or been offended. Looks like you may now rest in peace with your collection of Duran Duran band tees because according to pop culture analysts, the era of the hipster is over. Or at least nearing its end. That’s what’s implied with the new text from the n+1 foundation called What Was The Hipster: A Sociological Investigation (was being the operative word). In a New York magazine article adapted from the essay, the author points out that yes, hipsters are still alive and well but that “we have reached the end of an epoch in the life of the type. Its evolution lasted from 1999 to 2009, though it has shifted appearance dramatically over the decade. It survived this year; it may persist. Indications are everywhere, however, that we have come to a moment of stocktaking.” … Keep reading »
American Apparel CEO Dov Charney is done with hipsters, but it has nothing to do with his company going down the toilet and nearing bankruptcy. Rather, Charney explains, hipsters are over, stylistically-speaking: “Hipsters are from a certain time period … The stereotype of a hipster is not something people aspire to anymore. Do you want to be a hipster? Nobody wants to be a hipster.” To change things around, Charney, the man who practically invented hipsterdom, is trying to take American Apparel in a preppier direction. But wait … aren’t hipsters all about being ironic? So technically, wouldn’t putting them in pleated skirts and oxford button-ups covertly mock the stodgy structures they rebel against, making them yet more hipster-y? We’re confused. Whatever. [Village Voice] Keep reading »
Someone has finally asked the question on all of our minds: How many hipsters can you fit in a single, brightly colored car? Even if we never find the answer, at least we’ve learned that “with such an amazing field of vision, it makes being judgmental of people who aren’t as cool as you even easier.” Sweet.
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In need of a little Friday distraction? Us too. That’s why we’re entertaining ourselves with a hilarious Tumblr blog called Hipsters Have to Pee. The site re-blogs lookbook pics and sources street style and fashion spreads for models/posers/hipsters bent into weird shapes. Ever notice how they always do that awkward legs-together, shoulders slumped forward thing? Now it all makes sense—after those four PBRs of course they’d have to take a whiz.
So, please enjoy and have a good laugh. Just don’t pee yourself. [Hipsters Have to Pee via Fashion Indie]
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I’m just gonna go ahead and come out and say it: I used to be a card-carrying hipster. And back in the day, I had a lot of fun with that. For one, the group wasn’t as universally loathed as they are now. If you can even believe it, kids, it was actually considered kind of cool to be one. Parties were filled with really hot skater dudes and fun, gorgeous chicks with edgy style and everyone was really into art and music and fashion and it was pretty rad. American Apparel was still some T-shirt shop in L.A., new bands like The Strokes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs made going to see live music in NYC fun again, Friendster made hooking up a cinch, Chloe Sevigny always brought the party; and Williamsburg, Brooklyn really was a humble yet cool place where real live artists moved because Manhattan was too expensive.
For better or worse, my 20s are over, I’ve been shacked up with a great non-hipster dude who I am going to marry, I’m renovating a property I purchased, I did my taxes a month early, and I’ve started to notice some other major indicators that I can no longer identify as a hipster. (Guess I’m a yuppie now? Shudder.) Anyhoo, here are a few ways to tell if you too have grown up and are no longer a hipster. Keep reading »
We get that American Apparel
‘s colorful cotton basics have become staple items in most wardrobes. We also understand that sales can make people a tad crazy. But the scene outside of this U.K. American Apparel rummage sale still seems a tad excessive. Shouldn’t hipsters be more interested in making the rest of us feel pedestrian about our musical tastes than fighting it out over hoodies, anyway? [Styleite
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Brooklyn is kind of the birthplace of numerous hipster trends. Why, the streets of “artist” neighborhood Williamsburg were flooded with mustached men in skinny jeans and girls who looked like American Apparel models long before these unfortunate looks trickled down to the masses. So what’s the next big craze? No, it’s not tie-dye (over before it began) or ironically Bedazzled denim: Behold, the beloved-from-childhood coonskin cap. On a recent expedition across the pond known as the East River, a group of brave Gawker reporters couldn’t walk the city streets without running into one of these bad boys. One guy explained that he was going for a “nouveau Johnny Cash-meets-Bono look” (omg), while a young lady cited the benefits of the tail, claiming she could wave it at people she thinks are “cute.” Let’s just hope the slowly warming weather nips this trend in the bud, hey? (Also, I am sorry to report that this is not an April Fool’s thing. At least, I don’t think so.) [Gawker] Keep reading »