Archive for hipsters

Tourists, or Just Hipsters?

Posted in fotos, objectifying guys and i'm ok with it, San Francisco, tourists or just hipsters? with tags , , , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by thedith
Answer: Tourists

Answer: Tourists

Italian tourists to be exact.  And, while it’s decidedly not hot when a guy wears Ed Hardy, oddly enough, pink tweed skinny pants and lime green suede moccasins kind of does it for me.  Just don’t wear them everyday, okay?

PS, yes, his friend was wearing a trench coat and a porkpie hat.  Uh, huh. Yeah. That happened.

I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Hipster

Posted in adventures in life, hipsters, quarterlife crisis with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2009 by melsanie

I’m almost there–I have a vintage bike with a basket, a straw hat and dirty-ish hair.  Now, I just need:

Worn in flannel shirt

A Worn in Flannel Shirt

Pick up smoking.

Pick up smoking.

A Cardigan

A Cardigan

Chunky, thick-framed glasses

Chunky, thick-framed glasses

A checkered scarf

A checkered scarf

A Tattoo of random meaningfulness

A tattoo of random meaningfulness

Wait, You Mean I Never Told You That Story?

Posted in inapropriately long posts, Weekend Wars with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2009 by thedith

It’s been an inappropriately long time since I’ve written an inappropriately long post, and you know, I feel badly about that.  I really do. Problem is, I’m getting lazy, and feeling less inclined to write epic re-caps of fleetingly random moments.  I really do feel badly about this. I do.  I’m sure you do as well (you do?). So, to kick off the weekend, I bring you an old inappropriately long story, that will seem new to you, because you’ve never heard it before — unless you’re the person(s) who received this email way back when, and in that case: isn’t it fun to reflect on my our lives?

Subject: So, I went to the office on a Saturday…

Because I’m at work on a Saturday, I decided to write people emails, instead of working on these stupid sponsorship contracts I’ve been writing up.  Take THAT Showtime network!!

Sooo last night I went out with my roomate for the first time since I’ve been here. We went to a random friend of a friend’s house party, where she became obsessed with this hipster Indian dude with shaggy/whispy emo hair and a scull cap that he almost lost his shit over when someone tried to take it off him. I even played the best Wingwoman ever, and started talking to his friend, who is apparently some African prince from The Congo (no, really)  but he currently lives in LA, but also, he’s boring. and I gave him my number, then pretended to take down his, because this was good for his self-esteem. Sooo anyway, my roomate makes her move on Trendy McHipster, and she spend the rest of the party chatting him up. Then, it’s time to go home, we can’t find them which sucks because I have like $8 dollars – in 1’s (laundry or strip club money?) and we live across the city from Hipsterville. I return druuuunjlk to an empty apartment (Bernie Madoff, my other roomate, is in Tahoe for the weekend, skiing on slopes of my money…) and I’m feeling dramatic, so I start writing sad-sack emails on my phone about how I got Ponzi schemed by my roomate. Which is funny because today, I don’t even care that much…

Annnywayyyy I’m dramatically flopped across my bed, writing a drunk, dramatic email on my phone, doing my best Nicole Richie pre-baby/Joel Madden/cleaned-up-act-impression — when my roomate drunkenly returns, doing her best drunk roomate impression.
“It’s okay, my roomate’s probably asleep.” I hear her drunk whisper (i.e. normal person bellow) as she walks down the hallway. “Ohhhh…heyyy!” She feigns enthusiasm when she walks past my room trailed by hipsterman/boy.

Lonnggg story short, today, I fiiinally made myself leave my apartment at noon, and he was still there! Our walls are thin, and I could hear him laughing and talking up a storm, making no effort to leave. Ever. Like, longest one night hook up ever. He’s bold, this one. Also, I’m pretty sure he peed on the floor by the toilet….

I Still Hate American Apparel

Posted in are you joking me?, fashion, hipsters with tags , , , , , , , on June 23, 2009 by melsanie

she even has a hipster haircut. also, why is the crotch halfway down her legs?

she can't believe she's wearing those hideous leggings

ok, i kind of want that cardigan. but not shiny pants. she's not a robot.

rocking out, hipster style

"why me god? i just want to wear a ballerina dress and twirl!"

Why am I going to buy a kid $55 glasses that I could buy at a thrift store for $1?

Why am I going to buy a kid $55 glasses that I could buy at a thrift store for $1?

meredith’s take on the leggings:
no, i like shiny leggings for kids
it will put an end to shiny leggings on adults
no one wants to dress like a 5 year old
annnd little kids love shiny shit, they’ll eat shiny leggings up, and then it will be so awful to be sitting next to a kid on the subway wearing the same outfit
and voila! the end of adult shiny leggings
True, but still. I’m not a fan.

To Hat or Not to Hat

Posted in gchat gangstas, hipsters, quarterlife crisis with tags , , , , on June 19, 2009 by melsanie

But...but she looks so coooool

But...but she looks so coooool

me: it’d be bad to get a fedora, right?
kate: yes it would
me: i might get one. probably not though, it might make my head sweat
kate: haha. its kind of a commitment, once its on its on. and then you have hat hair
me: exactly
kate: and you’re known as the fedora girl
kate: and people expect you to be able to dance. these are things you have to consider
me: sooo many other aspects. thank goodness i have you
kate: what would you do? make an unprepared hat decision

Places to Visit in SF

Posted in places to visit, San Francisco with tags , , , , , , on May 30, 2009 by thedith

I actually really like this

I actually really like this

*Where: The Mission, aka Little Williamsburg.

What: Brooklyn’s satellite West Coast hipster state.

Who Lives There: Hipsters, Mexican immigrants, and oh yeah, hipsters.

Why: Because you love: going days on end without bathing, ill-founded pretention, dirty clothes and unwashed hair, “irony”, bicycles, vegan diets, trust funds, working on your “art”, tattoo sleeves, eating disorders, American Apparel, buying organic, being the first to discover bands before they “sell-out”, snorting coke, Tecate beer, and anything else that’s better than being a Yuppy.

*It should be noted, that while the author of this post makes fun of The Mission, she also kind of enjoys it there.

Next Time: The Marina; you found all the Yuppies, but tell me, where did their souls go?