Last weekend I was taking the train into DC. I had on skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a flannel shirt with a ‘Bite Me’ button on the collar. On the train I was reading short fiction from the New Yorker on my Kindle . When I was walking I was listening to alt-rock on my iPhone. I stopped and realized I spent my morning as a hipster.
Last night at Union Station, I saw a guy in a gray cardigan, dark wash skinny jeans, thick framed glasses, a scarf, and a messenger bag. He was perfectly dressed to be a hipster except I don’t think that was a costume. What is the irony level for dressing as a hipster for Halloween?
Current Jams: Hipster Girl by MC Lars
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