Women in headscarves riffling through a disorderly pile of clothes on the ground-- what a throwback to my Iraq days. Hipsters color my world...especially my photo world. The rest of the world walks past in noir blurs, while hipsters gather in their crazy colorful patchwork outfits with spaceships on their skirts and stars on their shirts trying on old blue sneakers and shaking the dust off a secondhand carnation pink coat. These days, the term 'hipster' is automatically accompanied by a disdainful eye-roll and a mention of PBR. Whatever their quirks, whatever their intentions, I appreciate them for bringing color and the unexpected into the city. They give me pause; they make me wonder.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Hipster Bazaar
Women in headscarves riffling through a disorderly pile of clothes on the ground-- what a throwback to my Iraq days. Hipsters color my world...especially my photo world. The rest of the world walks past in noir blurs, while hipsters gather in their crazy colorful patchwork outfits with spaceships on their skirts and stars on their shirts trying on old blue sneakers and shaking the dust off a secondhand carnation pink coat. These days, the term 'hipster' is automatically accompanied by a disdainful eye-roll and a mention of PBR. Whatever their quirks, whatever their intentions, I appreciate them for bringing color and the unexpected into the city. They give me pause; they make me wonder.
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