Archives For hipsters

Stoned hipsters…

This artist Leo Caillard makes old school statues into hipsters.

I’m not sure why I like these so much.

Like this.

And this…

And this.

I’m not sure

This is great.

This shirt has never been so appropriate.

I take photos of cafe food. Because I have a coffee blog. I guess that makes me a hipster. But most of the time I don’t want to see photos of your food on Instagram. Unless you’re somewhere really cool. Here’s POHTPOF

Hipster relativity

This week we had the pleasure of hosting our friends Arthur and Tamie as part of their Brisbane adventure. The conversation turned to hipsters, and Brisbane’s apparent lack there of. Well. We sure showed them. We went to West End.

But, as it turns out. “Hipster” is relative.

Via Dustinland.com

Tumblrweed: Hipster Puppies

This pretty funny Tumblog seems to be a bit defunct now. Seems that’s what happens when you get a book deal.

But here’s what you’re missing out on…

And my favourite… a hipster puppy on a fixie.

Bike tricks for hipsters

Perhaps inspired by the previous post, perhaps a coincidence – if you’re looking for some tricks to pull on your fixie – here are 50 “no hands” moves you can pull as you do a mainie on your pushie.

A Nazgul on a fixie…

Hipster Hobbits…

More here.

In the same stream as Dads are the original hipsters comes Accidental Chinese Hipsters – a celebration of the monkeys and typewriters principle of fashion – namely, that when billions of people have a finite number of clothing choices eventually some will incidentally, or accidentally, become hipsters.

My friend Mika tipped me off on this one.

Hipsters. Love them, hate them, they’re here to stay. At least until something cooler comes along. But lets face it. Moustaches and tight clothes epitomise cool. I’d be a hipster if I could grow a mo. And if I didn’t want to mock them relentlessly. But I digress. Dads are the Original Hipsters demonstrates, photographically, that there is nothing original about our current generation of hipsters. They are just copying our dads.

The only difference is the lack of deliberate irony for most of these dads.

I’m not sure where the hipsters hang out in your part of the world. But in Brisbane they all like to play in West End. So, I’m up for heading down there with a handful of these cards. If you look closely the middle square has an asterisked out rude word. So language warning and all that…