The New York Times Style Section
“Seriously? Again?” hipsters the borough over sigh as they scan the digital version of the NYT while shoveling organic eggs into their whiskey-numbed mouths at Sunday brunch. “We get it—hipsters have some kind of tenuous effect on the world of fashion at large. Do we need an update every fucking weekend?” From potbellies to animal tails, every time some designer wanders into Williamsburg or has some kind of fevered flashback to their (heavier) coke days, the good ol’ NYT is there to point and shout, “Hipster!” While hipsters will grudgingly admit (and not without an iota of pride) that what’s currently strutting down Louis Vuitton’s catwalk is curiously similar to what they bought at the dollar store last week, BK-dwellers are loathe to see their threads referred to as “hipster chic” right there in carbon and/or pixels. Why? Because, in a way, to own up to the fact that they did it before Marc Jacobs or LV would be to admit that they are, in fact, hipsters. Therefore, they become embroiled in a bitter inner battle: own up to their true selves and garner the praise for initiating a (rather dubious) fashion craze or scoff in anger at how silly those silly newspaper reporters are and go on their merry, tail-wearing way. The average hipster’s affinity for scoffing should give you a clue as to which choice is most often made.
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