How I Became a Hipster

by Christopher Paul on May 4, 2013

Henry Alford on how he became a Hipster:

First I needed to outfit myself. H. W. Carter and Sons in Williamsburg is full of flannel and cardigans and work boots for the younger set. When a scruffy, ponytailed salesman in his 20s approached, I told him: “I’m going for a Mumford & Sons look. I want to look like I play the banjo.”

The sweet-tempered salesman helped me try on several field jackets, including an olive green London Fog, while a second equally sweet and solicitous young salesman (this one in a wool cap) helped me try on selvage denim jeans and a big, lumpy wool cardigan that looked like a lamb had died on me. He also showed me a $225 short-sleeve, plaid, navy jacquard shirt, which I decided to buy. While waiting at the cash register, I picked up a pair of argyle wool socks from a nearby wicker basket and asked, “Are your socks local?” The salesman self-consciously said no. I returned the socks like an organic farmer who has learned that a friend has named her child Monsanto.

It gets funnier from there. He talks about getting a shave with a straight razor (something I enjoy from time to time when I’m not in the mood to use my safety razor), renting a single gear bike, and refusing to buy a pair of boots because they weren’t locally made in Brooklyn — they were made in Manhattan.

via Jenifer

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