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 »