Is it ironic that I bought this shirt at Urban Outfitters?
I spoke a few posts ago about the Hipsters of the 40s and how I wanted to be one.
But now I want to talk about the new revival of the word and "hipster" culture.
I remember during summer before my senior year and high school my best friend Alexis (who is a fellow blogger, check out her style HERE) and I were making plans to come back at the start of school, as redefined and completely cool. In the midst of that journey, we found ourselves searching for a label, because, let's face it, high school is a time all about self-discovery. We both decided that neither of us had the same angst as the rest of our friends to classify us as Emo (even though, there was that brief time in middle school when I preached the gospel of My Chemical Romance and darkened my eyes with raccoon eyeliner) and we didn't keep up with enough bands to be Scene (plus, I could hardly ever get into bands with whiny singers, my philosophy on metal: is go hard or go home). I was stuck in that strange space between wanting to be myself and wanting a place to belong; I think being young is all about finding a place to fit in, while wanting to stand out. Youth is riddled with contradictions. So, without a label and without a tribe to subscribe to, we started the school year with that weird type of uncertainty that can envelop you whenever you feel alone. We had resigned ourselves to being nameless as our high school career came to a close, until someone in passing classified us: Hipsters.
I admit it. I had to Google what they meant. And I also admit, I felt pretty hipster. I shopped at thrift store, but only because my family was too poor to always buy new clothes and I learned how to look damn good with what I had. I listened to a lot of bands that no one heard of because our car radio didn't work and I spent a lot of time on the internet. I think in 12th grade I was every bit of a textbook case. Though that was only three years ago and I speak of that time in my life with the reflectiveness of old age, I don't think I'm as hip or that I even care anymore. I do find it funny that the word is tossed around as an insult, like the new subculture that everyone likes rag on. It's so ridiculous that it's gotten to the point where people make shirts, proclaiming "Death" to them at a store that purposefully targets twenty-something "indie" kids, in order to be ironic--which is pretty fucking Hipster.
Ironic T-shirt x Truly Madly Deeply// Sunflower Shorts x American Apparel// Shoes x ZooShoo// Bows x Hot Topic// DIY Spiked Choker
At the peak of my Hipsterdom, a girl at school came up to me and asked me if I would take her shopping at thrift stores to find cute clothing so she could be more "Indie". I felt as Miyagi taking on a pupil: wax on, wax off; buy big sweaters in the old man section to belt and wear as dresses. There was that self-righteousness that seems to be the source of everyone's hatred towards Hipster kids, there was me, thinking I was really a whole lot cooler than what I really was.
Say Anything can sum everything up a lot better than I can.
The point is, kids are always going to go searching for an identity. That's what we are supposed to do. Our teenage years are a purgatory where we shed the immaturity of childhood and solidify ourselves, in order to figure out how to be adults and what kind of adults we are and aren't going to be. So subscribing to a label isn't inherently wrong and choosing not to classify yourself isn't wrong either. In the end, you realize that none of that matters anyway, because we are so multifaceted that one name is simply not enough. That same fluidness can be seen in our language; how the word Hipster has changed from Jazz-age counter revolutionists, into 21st century, beard aficionados that may or may not watch Portlandia and live in Silverlake. Hipster to me is a lot like Nerd in that it's varying degrees makes everyone anyone's hipster.
But, you know theneedledrop can explain this more eloquently.
It's cool to be uncool and that's cool too.
I decided to pair this shirt with these high-waisted AA shorts. It bares repeating that sunflowers are my absolute favorite flowers; so I am in love with every piece in this collection by American Apparel for obvious reasons. So far, I also own the crop top, tank, and overalls in this print. Basically, I can't get enough. I have a sunflower
problem obsession. Finished off the look with a spiked collar I made since I'm all DIY 'til I die!
So, what do you guys think of Hipsters and how to you define them? Is it cool to latch onto an identity? Also, do you have a favorite AA sunflower piece?