At the Hipsterranean Coast
Last Saturday night, I innocuously managed to insert my humdrum, mainstream self in the sea of Manila’s hipsters, both from true-blue and Muggle origins, at Meiday concert in Cubao X. Twas my first time in the place, and so I have to thank Chuicide for my unplanned quasi-wasted night. (She later called me a “hipster-virgin” as if I had kept a friggin’ hipster hymen.) This was definitely one for the books.
See, it was really my first chill night in the complex as an enlightened teenager. The first time I was technically in Cubao X was horrible an experience. It was when my mother forcibly asked me to accompany her in her some shoe-shopping, and I would then be found sulking in a corner. I hated shopping with old women! (Sorry but my action figures were always atop the shopping agenda since forever.) I just never knew that the place would later become a communal haven for such geniuses. Therefore, my mom must be a Chrishipster Columbus. Err, corny.
Nevertheless, labels are so primitive. The experience which was a tepid immersion into these interesting crowds (“interesting” such that I blogged about them , remember?). Included were my journ friends Chino and Illegally Blonde Erika who’s now in San Beda Law, preparing to defend me in my future libel suits. The best part though was that I met new friends who were generally the fun, artiste type; not the typical brooding, sassy generation a la, excuse me, Aaron Rose. Anyhow, from those people wearing scarves, boots, v-necks, Elvis Costello glasses, and all that screams “I am fucking Kanye West’s son!” the night was packed with these cool deets:
- There were a lot of fashionistas such that you may never discern which were hipsters and which are posers, that single night. Chino hated those “Zac Efron” clones.
- Everyone must have had the same idea to dress up as relatively hipsters. Even the guard lurking (Chino called him hip-police) and the sidewalk vendors were channeling some hippie vibes. Fail.
- Saw some celebrities including Tuesday “newlywed” Vargas who performed, Pat Evangelista who rocked an Edie Sedgwick hairdo, Mitch Dulce who was… cute, my assistant editor who I feel cannot be acknowledged as a celebrity yet, and of course, Utakgago himself… KEVIN!
- I didn’t figure Kevin is as tall as me, but I was seriously ecstatic upon seeing a blogger-friend in person. “You’ve been drinking,” he remarked. I called him Moses. Which he hates, cos it sounds “biblical” it makes him wanna put himself on fire. Afterward, we chatted on the hipster culture around like a joke. Nice to actually meet up with you, man!
- Also saw some familiar faces. Joshua, my high school kabarkada greeted me with a “Fuck you!” JMAers such as Wacky, Jean and Portia were also there. I guess they’re also into counterculture pursuits. People.
To top it all off, the culture that night was just pomo. Meaning postmodern. Meaning inexplicable. Meaning, I hope you didn’t get me again. Cos that’s how hipsters psych you up. You will simply never get them.
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