Hipsters Don’t Lie
If it weren’t for Gino de la Paz‘s column in Supreme last Sunday, I would have no option to discern the irony-infested concept of “Hipster.” I’ve been hearing about hipsters being the vogue of the town for the past decade and I haven’t even been enlightened about the identity behind those porkpie hats and wayfarers yet. So I deliberately decided to know about them and their culture in the guise of well, self-determinism. Ha, you say!
I know, I don’t look like a hipster. Or at least that’s what I believe in but I’ll never know what arises from this curiosity. On the contrary, my friend Chui jolted, “There’s no point in studying hipsters!” Though, she recently was labeled one by A Hotel Security Guard when she asked him for some directions. Hey hipster, the man told her. (This also inspired me to study hipsters; I felt outsmarted by a guy inspecting “danger” around a five-star building.)
Unlike the other packs, I find hipsters… No, I don’t find them at all! An exception would be when I do tambay with my friends after a late-night party in a 24-hour fast food chain and I see their tribe outside, doing God-knows-who under some lamp post. Also, in an attempt to be constructive, I also thought that a lot of people diving in Tumblr are hipsters. No offense but this was how narrow-minded I could get.
Briefly in the definitions department, Hipsterism is a contemporary counterculture born out of a 1940s subculture. Back then, hipsters were more of jazz buffs and embodying the music in their languished laid-back lives. (You see, counterculture is an interesting topic to study altogether. Raving from the Bohemians aka impoverished vagabonds who die worthily as starving artistes, to Kerouac worshipers who reject ideological state apparatus, down to hippies, punks, emos– Dashboard Confessional as the godfather– and so on.)
Now, hipsters generally are more “postmodern” by negating postmodern by being postmodern. Alternative choices of music and interests, indie films, vintage garbs in eclectic feel, Kanye West before he humiliated Taylor Swift, contradictions, snark, irony, more irony, Kurt Cobain revisions, another pint of irony and that’s it: The hipsters of today!
Hipster – One who possesses tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool. The Hipster walks among the masses in daily life but is not a part of them and shuns or reduces to kitsch anything held dear by the mainstream. A Hipster ideally possesses no more than 2% body fat. [The Hipster Handbook]
I would love to discuss the Williamsburg aspect of this shiz but I guess it’ll tear up your epiglotis before you even get my point. As the lifestyle transcended, hipsterism becomes vaguer and vaguer. De la Paz just puts it succinctly that hipsters are die-hard pro-individuality artistes who gather together and notice that they like the same things and talked of banding together:
What I see is this: what was once easy to peg as part of the hipster ethos is now not so[.] It’s the kind of thing that happens when a new counterculture gives way to a new kind of mainstream. It’s this constant tug of war that produces much of the creative energy that drives trends, which in turn keep humanity from freezing in time. [You’re a hipster, I’m a hipster, no one’s a hipster]
And so after a self-analysis, and the help of the The Hipster Hanbdook site, I’ve come to the point of evaluation. The following are, in context, characteristics if I was truly a hipster.
- You frequently use the term “post-modern” (or its commonly used variation “PoMo”) as an adjective, noun, and verb.
- You carry a shoulder-strap messenger bag and have at one time or another worn a pair of horn-rimmed or Elvis Costello-style glasses.
- Your hair looks best unwashed and you position your head on your pillow at night in a way that will really maximize your cowlicks.
Conclusion? Amid those few trademarks (hey, I like how I pull-off messy, uncombed hair!): I’M NO HIPSTER. I may like some things deviant or even awful to other people, dress neat while keeping it grunge, write about whatever is and is not mainstream, but in the end, I find no people who EXACTLY are like me. Meaning I have character, personality, individuality and I’m a self-centered ass! Lol. If you didn’t get me, I think you got me. Cos that’s the point of hipsterism.
Why the hipster must die (New York Time Out)
Are you a hipster? (Cecile Lopez Lilles)