16 Jul 2011
I had never really grasped the concept of the hipster scene until I visited New York for the first time. All I knew then was that Shoreditch represented something of the London equivalent. We were staying in Williamsburg, Brooklyn where years of urban gentrification had done it’s deed; hipster culture was in full swing and there it smacked me in the face like a geek pie to the head of Nathan Barley. This was Hipsterville, a town where Ray Bans, massive glasses, American Apparel and vintage footwear clad kids ruled the roost.
We walked amongst them, ate with them in their trendy cafes, drank with them with their trendy bars. There seems to be a certain rage generated with certain people when it comes to hipster culture. But from my perspective if there’s candied bacon involved, what’s not to like?! (more…)