Monday, September 29, 2008

Art School Thugs Pt 2

Another series of mugs.








And a 1960's hipster. Play with the website. It's fun. If you wanted to see what hipster you were from the 50's to 2000 play with it.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Art School Thugs

I was originally going to put this on my other blog, but I thought these photos were more relevant to this one. The pictures about to be displayed are those of art school kids. All art kids are hipsters, but not all hipsters are art kids. Remember that one! And it fits here more because my personal blog is just filled with lame poetry and heart-wrenching stories of love and sexual encounters... JUST KIDDING ON THE SECOND ONE! But no really, these pictures belong here more. So enjoy.
 





Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Just To Stay Fresh

While cycling through some hipster pictures in my hipster harddrive on my hispter MacIntosh, I stumbled upon the Holy Grail. Hipster Parents. A hipster child can only be conceived by a hipster couple. So readers, to stay fresh and updated, I present to you, my makers.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Better Late Than Never

Hello. I know I have been slacking in terms of pictures, and even though the photography might now be the best, each picture is worth a thousand hipster dollars. Throughout the course of, well 3 weeks to be almost exact, I have snapped a few shots of friends. Hipsters do not fall far from the tree and of course, all of my friends are like me. The well dress elitists.

Here is the Grove Street Sartorialist. A picture of a well dressed man, in a not so well dressed apartment. The apartment may scream Ikea and Crate And Barrel, but the clothes scream Mr. Ripley in the Hamptons.


Wyckoff Street New Brunswick, NJ. New Brunswick is known more for its basement show scene, but in the past couple of years the hardcore kids have shed their skin into a new mold. The urban suburn Hipster. Now while the two pieces following this excerpt might now be the best example of New Brunswick's hipster culture, than are a sample of what the town is made out of.



Bay Street Downtown Jersey City. The downtown area pours out with hipster gold, albeit most of them are pushing their thirties and alot of them are going through midlife crisis, hipster nonetheless. This beauty is the youth of Jersey City's Hipster Community. Taken infront of an art gallery on Bay Street.


This blog would not have been a blog without some mildly attractive vanity. Taken in one of the luxury condos in La Villa Boriquen, this hipster lay where he should stay, on the floor. Even when tired a hipster has to maintain a sense of style.


Hopefully in the upcoming weeks, this blog will be full of more and more of trendsters and the trendsetters. When it gets filled with pictures of nothing but androgyny, I know I'm doing something right.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Where have all the cool kids gone?

Other than the fact that I don't walk around with my camera on a daily basis, there have not been enough hipsters to photograph on the streets. I mean, I know alot of hipsters, but none willing enough to be labeled enough to take a picture. Alas my pursuit to find hipsters has become merely trivial. As much as I would like to grace these blogs with more pictures than words, I simply cannot at this time. But on to other things.

Plaid shirts have been such a staple in hipster wear that wouldn't at some point it be considered not hipster anymore? I simply can't ask this question because then it will fall in line with skinny or slim straight jeans. As well as Vans and Converse. In the city of New Brunswick alone, I've seen more plaid shirts than I've seen in the Alaskan Wilderness. Granted I have never been in the Alaskan wilderness, one can assume that it has many a plaid shirt.

As I dismiss you after a quick rambling, let me leave you with an image. Dogs Play Poker. Or an appropriation.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Making a Stop in New Brunswick

I know this has been really delayed, and I apologize, but after the first party I got to working hard and had no time to take any pictures. After all that time I found myself back in New Brunswick, once known for its basement shows, is now more known for its people with horrible taste in Ed Hardy clothing.

But this gives me the opportunity to dig deep and look for gold amongst boogers amongst this almost forgotten indie/hipster town. Even if you still think New Brunswick has its indie credentials still in tact, stop kidding yourself.

Hopefully in the up coming weeks I will be able to showcase the New Brunswick's hipster finest as well as some bumbling outfits. I'll try to keep my end of the bargain with more updates and blogs as long as you stay tuned!

Thank You All.