So I’m surprised Rach didn’t bring this up in her post seeing as she made up the term: hipsterllectual.
At 24, I’m not comfortable tagging myself with the term “hipster”. The word conjurs up an 18-22 year old moron obsessed with nothing but knowing or being the coolest most underground muso/artist/designer/filmmaker etc. or getting trashed at tonight’s ‘it’ party.
But perhaps this is an unfair assertion. I’ve recently returned from one month overseas, with stops in San Francisco, Mexico City, Austin and New York - and at times I did find myself drawn to all the lovely glamour, music and fashion of the hipster hoods. And I met some really fantastic fellow hipsters who extended their warm hand in friendship to me, a complete stranger, but I suppose who they perhaps identified as having similar tastes and interests to them.
It’s sort of funny, I not only visited all the “hipster neighbourhoods” but tried to get to all the Chinatowns of these cities as well - and felt there was a parallel. One city’s Chinatown will look a lot like another city’s Chinatown - despite the fact that they’re in completely different countries or continents. Chinatown, and the Chinese culture that comes with it, has it’s own set of rules, dress, social codes that often overrides those of their adopted nation.
Same goes for hipster hoods. The kids of Mission District in San Francisco, La Condesa/Roma in Mexico City, Lower East Side/Williamsburg in New York, Surry Hills in Sydney and Shoredith in London probably share more in common with one another than they do with someone a couple of neighbourhoods over in their own city.
My point is that hipsterdom is simply a subculture connecting people with similar tastes in music, fashion and art.
But if you’re still not comfortable with the term, perhaps embrace a new one that Rach made up (I think she was semi-joking, but I’ve taken it to heart). Welcome to the rise of the “hipsterllectual”, a cross between a hipster and an intellectual - and a term which I am adopting for myself with a total lack of irony (which is very un-hipster of me, but very hipsterllectual of me).
On the surface a hipsterllectual looks a lot like a normal hipster. They dress similarly, and you’ll probably find them at the same gig or event that hipsters attend. But upon talking to them you’ll find some remarkable differences. For one, they’re semi-interesting, thoughtful even, with opinions on things beside hipster culture. They’re not obsessed with cool. They’re down to earth, sincere and passionate. They never do or like anything ironically. And you’ll probably find they’re a bit older than your average hipster, and have a real job.
Rach doesn’t think this term will catch on because there are too few of us, but I disagree. Who would I classify as a “hipsterllectual”? I’ll get back to you on that. But probably a lot of bloggers/tumblrinas fall into this category.
I saw this at the Flea Theatre tonight. Possibly the best show I’ve seen in New York, so far. Given that the others were Rent and Spring Awakening, this is no small statement. The icing on the cake - at $20, tickets won’t break the bank.
Do you think 25 is a good age to retire from actively trying to be cool and attempting to look interesting and cultured in the eyes of people who don’t know you?
When is it time to transition…
I like this response, from Kevin:
isn’t basically everyone who produces the music, fashion, accessories, etc that drives the hipster aesthetic and lifestyle in their late 20’s / early 30’s anyway? I hate to break it to the kids, but the dudes in MSTRKRFT and Steve Aoki are hovering around the 3 decade mark
so maybe 25 is a good time to either be doing something or to disengage. for example: if you are 25 and going to scene clubs to dance to music you know you should like and to hopefully be in some partie pix, then yeah, go back and work on your MA or open that etrade account. But if 25 hits and you’re banging out sweet remixes or designing sires for web 2.0 or are a master of cut and sew, then fuck it, you can be stupid hip, scene, and youthful until around 38.
no one takes you seriously (unless you are some sort of prodigy) until you’re about 23 anyway. use your younger years to work on being actually GOOD at something scene (DJing, screen printing, etc) so that when you are too old to be simply a participator, you can start to run shit. otherwise you will just be a jaded never-was graver bumming smokes off 19 year-olds outside the bar. hope this didn’t depress anyone xo!
I’m turning 26 on Tuesday, and I basically use this as an excuse to go home from clubs when I’m tired and not dance to music I don’t feel like dancing too (which is basically most things others than pop and indie pop).
Twenty-five is probably too old to doggedly pursue the indie blueprint of what makes a person cool (seeing different bands every night, wearing ugly ass fashion), but it isn’t too old to pursue the things that excite you - which might well include elements of hipster culture. I, for example, love quirky events, weird books, indie magazines, blogging and so on.
This reminded my friend of Raj, Bohemian, the fabulous story in last week’s New Yorker. We’re planning on heading down to the Apple Store on 14th Street an photographing ourselves mooning over iPhones in the hope that we’l be sent them in advance of their release in Australia.
I’m a bit of a meeting-cool-people-a-holic, so my schedule is already pretty crammed, but if you live in the area and would like to meet up for coffee/lunch/a drink, drop me an email at (as it says above) firstname dot lastname at gmail dot com.
… played at the Facebook friends.get party last night. They were great - modern indie pop meets 60s girl pop (there was a nice nod to the Shangri’las towards the end of the show) meets emo-boy rock. I have a policy only to dance to good music these days, and I danced to these guys. So check ‘em out.
PS Yes, I know it’s ironic that this link goes to MySpace.
“I like clothes. And I think it’s OK to think about clothes just so long as you also think about other things. I’m not interested in clothes to the point where they’ll push other things out of my mind, I just see them as a way of expressing yourself, and a pleasure, really.”—Maggie Gyllenhaal talks about her style in The Observer. (via gauntlet)
I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT BRANDON WALSH. Loyal friend, good boyfriend, responsible AND a newspaper editor. I loved Brandon Walsh. Hell, I MARRIED Brandon Walsh. Well, a version of Brandon that has better hair.
Brandon Walsh was a skank. Super hot, and I’d date him too, but a skank. Rewatching old 90210 episodes last year, it irked me that Brenda was portrayed as the unstable twin and Brandon as the “good”, responsible one, when Brandon “fell in love” with a different girl each week. If you’re going to be a goody goody, responsible nerd, Brandon, at least do it right.
Jim Walsh’s general condecension (particularly towards Brenda) also annoyed the crap out of me - see for just one example his behaviour when the kids got their SAT results.
On the plus side:
- pale girls on TV - hot chicks who don’t look like skeletons - general hilarity.
I think a lot of the time when women (and in particular teenage girls) show a lot of cleavage or leg, it’s not because they want everyone to stare at their breasts or leg, but because they want to look attractive and fashionable, and those are the clothes that are marketed as for attractive, fashionable people. Then again, I get the sense the US is more cleavage-phobic than Australia. Probably because it’s generally colder.
“I think people are really crippled by their insecurities… I think that if you don’t lose your self-consciousness, you can’t really be present in a situation… For example, if you’re at the Louvre but you’re thinking about how much you hate your jeans, you’re not really at the Louvre”—Christina Ricci, in the latest issue of Frankie