Hipsterville

Sometimes I feel like I am being chased by marauding hipsters.

Not on a daily basis but on a calendar basis.

Wherever we move our work office they follow.

Hordes of them in their three or four shades of hipster-look, some with stars and some without, carefully honed at the facsimile centers otherwise known as music festivals.

The plumages of these bowerbirds are an interesting amalgam of all the movements that have come before them, all the way back to the beat folk of the 50’s.

There must be individuals out there that introduce new elements, gleaned from old movies, one item at a time and on a regular basis.

Some of these catch on and the buggers slowly morph, staying a very short step ahead of the fashion industry where half of them work. The rest work in ‘marketing’ or IT startups, sometimes both.

As they arrive into our urban environment the pubs get converted (sideways) and sprout a Mexican beer garden, and the cafes go upmarket. As do the prices. And the conversations with your local barista become much more predictable.

Pretty soon we are going to run out of unhipstered Sydney. Lantana by another name.

Can someone please produce a contour map of hipster influence? And maybe start a movement for heritage zones, free of hipsters by decree.