Posts tagged hipsters
Y’all know, if you follow me on Twitter, that I’ve got a love-on for iPhoneography — particularly of the app-mediated, filter-enhanced variety. That said, I’ve always kind of felt that Instagram, Hipstamatic and tools of their ilk were missing something…
When I discovered Straight Thug in the app store, I immediated realized what that something was: a Doo rag. (And also, bouncing low-lows, pimp chalices, vicious dogs, sparkling grills, teardrop tattoos, chains… Ya know, rapper stuff.)
“Straight Thug celebrates the ridiculousness of 90s Hip Hop album art by allowing you to thug out your photos into an animated GIF Hip Hop album cover,” reads the App’s description. “Thug out your photo with a variety of static and animated accessories from lens flares to the hottest rides. Drop in your album title and generate the photo as an animated GIF. Share the platinum GIF with your homies!”
AND I SHALL!
Straight Thug is available for iphone 3Gs, 4, & 4s. Ninety-nine cents well spent, my friends.
Bed time. Weekend has been cray so far, but like a good girl who wants to NOT be sick and exhausted for NXNE, I stayed in this evening to rest, watch basketball and Tweet about NBA hipster fashion.
How was YOUR Saturday night?
Take a few minuntes to watch this if you’re not too busy delivering babies in the back of taxi cabs or something. It’s really good. Better than creeping that chick you worked with for like, 2 months in highschool’s vacation photos on Facebook right now, I promise.
Bravo, Lorena Galliot and Julie Percha! This project is both informative and hilarious. Dope, even. I’m in love with it.
The hipster subculture fascinates me — especially from the other side of my computer screen where I can’t smell it. My hope is to one day visit the hipster homeland myself. I already have the perfect guise. I’ll blend right into the people of Williamsburg!
Back to the editing suite! AKA my converted closet / micro-office…
(video via Laughing Squid)
Hey there, readerkin, ol’ buddy ol’ pal. I’ve got a question for you:
Ball so hard…
Hehehe. No but for real, riddle me this: Do you guys like it when I talk about all of the junk I get up to on my blog?
Like, when you read about my little adventures and experiences are you thinking “I AM SO ENTERTAINED RIGHT NOW!” or is it more like “Nooobody caaaaaares, you narcissistic twunt…”
I’m going to launch into a wee ramble interspliced with completely unrelated but highly enjoyable images right now. Feel free to skip ahead.
I’ve been looking at a ton of personal blogs lately (for design inspiration, you know) and I’ve discovered that there are a lot of whiny egomaniacs out there. Their websites look awesome, their outfits are cool, but jeeeeeepers crow does their content suck.
I surf the web to learn and find cool things, not to read about some trust funder’s gluten-free cupcakes or a mom in Idaho’s battle with IBS.
Is this just my own personal taste? Or does somebody other than jobless Jim the SEO wizard’s mom read his blog?
I can’t aspire to be like Gakwer or Cracked here – I am but one human. That said, there are relatively small staffed website likes Geekologie and Catsparella and Brand Flakes for Breakfast that deliver in spades. This is for a number of reasons, but to the best of my observations it’s predominantly because they’re themed and consistent and well written and interesting.
I can do well written, I can do interesting – I can even do consistent… if I have to.
What I’m really really lacking is a theme. A “beat”, so to speak. That’s what I want for this website in 2012. If I am to grow, I need a strong beat and it can’t be “Lauren O’Neil”. A little too niche, if you ask anyone other than my mother.
My problem is that I just want to write about evvvverything. I fall in love faster than a fruit fly. Wait – do fruit flies love? I know that they live very short lives, so I just assumed that if they were to fall in love, it’d be a relatively quick process…
Anyhoo, maybe that can be my theme. “STUFF I LOVE”. I’d need a really unique delivery approach though, to stand out from the others – like Hyperbole and a Half. I freaking love her stuff.
What do you guys think?
Here’s the weekend wrap:
The first thing you need to know about this weekend was that it was SOOOOO COLD. The second thing you need to know is that holy crap does it suck to go out in Toronto when it’s negative 1 trillion degrees outside.
We were supposed to meet up with some buddies at this trennndy new club on King West called Bloke & 4th on Saturday night, but got distraccccted on the way out and didn’t hit it until 12:11 am when guest list was already closed and the line up to get in was HYOOOOGE.
We left, obvs, because HELLO – I do NOT wait in lines.
I wish I could say that this is because I’m way too used to being ushered through back doors by club owners, entourage in tow, but this never happens because nobody believes me when I tell them that Justin Bieber is my brother. He isn’t, but that’s irrelevant. I’m a really good liar and thus should be rewarded with preferential treatment and gratuitous libations!!!
Sorry friends. As much as I would have loved to wait outside for 20 minutes to come in and meet you, I love keeping my toes on my feet more. Rendevous in t-minus 3 months, k?
The above image is my favourite result from a Google Images search for “hibernation”. Ha!
Post King-West icicle fest, We hopped into a cab and rolled by some of the usual haunts, many of which were surrounded by masochistic Torontonians waiting to get in. Then we decided to go check out some of those dive bars on Dundas West the kids rave aboot.
Here’s the thing about dive bars: they’re cheap, the’ve got great music, and that grungry atmosphere is even sort of charming when you’re in the mood for it.
They’re also rife with wasted hipsters. And not the good kind.
The yupsters stick to private parties and trendy joints that I don’t even know about, but the places we hit on Saturday were filled with a poor, young, very very dirty kind of hipster.
I’m fascinated by hipster culture — when I can’t smell it up close.
Sweet Jukebox at this one place, though. I had a good time hanging out with Seany pounding pops and counting beards.
Friday night I stayed in and went on a massssssive Internet bender. I kid you not, between my 2 computers I have over 40 Windows open – hundreds of tabs. I’m on the prowl for big things, and new ideas hit me faster than a fruit fly. Wait, do fruit flies have ideas?
Whatever. I RT’d Hipster Mermaid about a zillion times at one point:
I’m working on my standup act again. Need to set a date… Picard, Keith, FORCE ME INTO THIS!!!
On Sunday, I gymmed and went shopping but borrrrrriiiing right? NO, not boring because I went to Morba, which is the coolest store ever and always fun to visit even when I can’t buy anything:
I also hit some boutiques which was energizing and torturous at the same time. These shoes cost as much as one month’s rent (in downtown Toronto) and look like they’re made of beaver mohawks or something. Beavers have mohawks, you know.
Last night, the Golden Globes went down.
I flicked over to the Simpsons half way through because, well, Simpsons were on. Plus, aside from a few stab-a-betch worthy dresses on the red carpet and a shot of Steve Buscemi it was booooring. Oh, but this was good:
GRAB YOUR LUNCHBOX!
This “smart window” from Samsung is the future. And the future is nifty!
BBC’s done a feature on Tavi as a 15-year-old editor-in-chief.
Microsoft wants to help you avoid the ghetto! Aw, thanks guys. That’s sweet.
Sh*t Nobody Says is funny. But these videos need to stop now, please.
The Joy Of Books was filmed in Toronto and I just found that out today. So proud.
I don’t know about you, but I hope I get a chance to run a marathon with zombies one day.
Want to look just like Drake? He’s a makeup tutorial for ya. Go nuts.
Here’s Hello Kitty as everyone.
Last but not least, social media explained in one image:
Bed time for this gally.
Sean and Willy are sleeping like logs and I’m a bit dozy myself. Plus, cuddling that little orange man while I watch the rest of Gossip Girl sounds 40x better than sitting alone at my computer right now. Righhhhht?
.. But it’s totally the new thing. Everybody’s listening to it Portland right now. Portland and Berlin. Those are pretty much the meowstep capitals of Earth according to some guy I just met on the streetcar who says that he used to write for Pitchfork.
What, did you actually think we’d still be listening to Dubstep after Skrillex cracked the Top 40? As if.
And yes, superkeeners – I realize that this is Frodo, not Skrillex. It’s the context of the… you know what? Nevermind. Thanks for that though.
Meowstep can best be described, in my opinion, as “Jingle cats meet neo-rave noise”. And it is good. And we all love it.
It’s no dogstep, but there are cats so it’s obviously 100% blogworthy. If that cat were Siamese, I’d probably just have my domain name redirect to this video. But it’s not so you get my splash page. Heyheyhey!
Now, please enjoy this classic Christmas video, beloved by every man woman and child in Canada who had MuchMusic on their dial during the 90s.
It doesn’t have any wobble, but looks at all of those little santa hats! Squeeee!
“Whatevs. I could never get a Samsung – I’m creative…”
“Dude, you’re a Barista.”
Well played, Samsung. Well played!
I’m a total iPhone douche, but I love that commercial to death. Truth be told, it really makes me want to play with the Samsung Galaxy S II and see how it stacks up. I guess that’s the point, eh?
I don’t even mind that they make fun of my kind… in fact – I kind of love them for it. Hey, If we can’t laugh at ourselves then what can we laugh at? You know, aside from the misfortunes of others and cats smacking babies…
Ha. HA. Stupid ugly baby had it coming.
Butttt back to the
iPhone people are sheep video Samsung ad. Hipsterbashing will never grow old to me — especially when it’s creatively done and smart, like Dyna Moe’s Hipster Animals illustration series (which is still going strong by the way, did you know?)
They’re just getting better, too.
If you haven’t seen these characters yet, please go scroll back through every single page of the Tumblog like I did last night. Ultra lulzy and bang on, too.
I feel so good looking at these, but I don’t even understand why. Schadenfreude? Familiarity? Humour? Appreciation of colour and shape? It doesn’t really matter, I guess. They make me smile, and that’s not an easy feat these days (wahhhhh).
Lately, Dyna’s been posting some photographs with captions of Hipster Animals in the wild, à la:
I simply can’t get enough of theeeeese, so here are a few more:
Frick, just go check out the Hipster Animals Facebook Page already or something. This shizzissGOLDAH!
And to bring it all back home, here’s a fun little Hipster Girl Dress up game. Cute concept, but I don’t find the options to be all that hipsterish really. Just kind of trendy. I actually own this outfit, no joke. You probably do too:
Oh yeah. HAPPY THANKSGIVING to my Amurrican readers and friends! Google Analytics tells me that a great deal of you hail from the mighty You Ess of Eh. Do you eat Pumpkin Pi there too? Mine isn’t dead yet.
If I were you, I’d be thankful for the fact that I could legally live and work in a place that doesn’t get depressingly dark and balls-freezing for 7 months of the year. Or that I could live in New York City. Because the weather doesn’t even matter when you’re living in New York — YOU LIVE IN NEW YORK! Home of all that is grand.
Wanna trade passports?
Love always, that iPhone-clutching, Starbucks-drinking, dubstep-loving, American Apparel-wearing blogger who lives in Liberty Village with her boyfriend, a cat, 7 computers and hopefully someday these two-tone quilted Zoe wedge ankle boots by Sam Edelmen:
Oh god *sobs violently into her vintage furs* – who have I become?
Is that all there is?
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently…
They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the human race forward.
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
Imma pour one out for this…
I learned that Steve Jobs had passed away last night on my iPhone in a room filled with bloggers.
I wasn’t shocked so much as I was… sad. It’s no secret that the Apple chief’s health was on the decline. I knew the minute I saw this video that the end was near. It was almost as if these folks wanted to pay tribute to Jobs while he was still alive to witness it. I’m glad now that they did.
The Internet is reeling with sadness today. Some call us melodramatic hipsters because none of us actually knew Mr. Jobs personally. Apparently, he wasn’t even nice.
Fair enough, but feelings are feelings and we are sad. Perhaps we’re lamenting more for everything he created to make our life better than for the man himself… the Apple Macintosh, the iMac, the MacBooks, the MBP, the iPods, iPhones, iPad…
Steve Jobs was my generation’s Leonardo DaVinci (of sorts). I did not know him, but my culture was shaped by him and I will never forget Steve Jobs or all of the hilarious random things created in his likeness.
Here are 15 inspirational Steve Jobs Quotes courtesy ofMashable and their audience, instructions for making a Steve Jobs head out of cheese (pictured above) and a printable DIY Steve Jobs paper doll.
Major day tomorrow for this kid All will be revealed eventually.
are you nash enough for a signed steve nash mini-basketball?
Oct 6, 2011 | Source: Keek.com
“I’m okay with Mainstream, get your vegan tempeh sandwich away from me!”
I’m really wishing I’d brought peanut butter and jelly to work right aboot nyoo. I swear to gahd I didn’t see that video until after I’d purchased lunch… which just so happened to be a tempeh wrap. Don’t hate.
The irony! The double irony. I only bought Tempeh to be ironic in the first place. Fermented soy stopped being cool the second my mom could bring it home from Zehrs (but refused to because I need to stop eating like a “freaky hippy” or something).
Fungi is fun, guy! Blossom is fun too…
You guys are hot. Double hot because you’re funny and have the skills required to show this to the world.
It’s great to see that lonely island-style rap parody web video genre continue to thrive. Rumor has it one Torontonian blondebot you love to hate for speaking in third person sometimes is working on something similar with somebody very cool. But not today. Moving weekend has taken a toll on my brain – especially with Nuit Blanche thrown into the mix.
Hot damn was that one loooong Saturday. 6:00 am -> 6:00 am. My arms are jelly, my lids are heavy, and my new loft is only about 20% unpacked. “My new loft”… myaw. Look at my chandellieeeer.
And my pussycat…
And my heap of stuff stuff stuff STUPID STUFF….
You can also look at this roundup of what I wore during TIFF 2011, if you’re past that “sick to death of TIFF crap” phase by now:
C’est tout! Now, I gots to see an office about an organizing…
Bow wow WOAH, betches!
The dog days of summer are finally here. Bye bye weird balloon bootie things, hello Muttley McMerriment.
(Hint: This is a giveaway post. Slightly more specific yet entirely misleading hint: I am giving away lots and lots of puppies. Truth: I am giving away a copy of Christopher Weingarten’s brand new book, Hipster Puppies)
Meet Jack: He’s a strict vegan except for fish, some chicken, honey, gummi worms, yogurt and white castle hamburgers…
Like Jack, Muffin arrogantly insists that she doesn’t “own a tv,” but still watches Mad Men and Arrested Development on her Macbook Pro. Daisy needs to know the “bathroom sitch” at the club tonight, because she’s on day 5 of the master cleanse and Sounder isn’t exactly sure what dubstep is, but is still complaining about the lack of it at pitchfork fest this year.
Popeye insists he doesn’t have “a thing for asian girls,” even though his last four girlfriends have been Pekingese.
If there’s anything I love more than looking at pictures of cute dogs (aside from actually seeing cute dogs in real life), it’s… well, my mom & dad I guess. And then making fun of hipsters.
Yeah that’s right, Sister Bear. Queenie’s not a bully, she’s just too cool for you (and according to Wikipedia, she’s also the most flirtatious of all she-cubs).
I bought that headband from American Apparel two years ago, by the way. NBD.
Uh, Anyhoo – as much as I love puppies and hipster bashing, I love great Tumblogs (and resultant book deals – FAH-Q, GQ!).
And good it was. Good it IS!
As lulzy and smart as it is adorable, this book makes my eyes and brain happy at the same time. Like School House Rock, but funnier and with more puppies.
I’m sorry – that was a terrible analogy. I just wanted an excuse to put this on my blog:
Want your own copy of Hipster Puppies? Just drop me a comment with the name of YOUR DOGGIE below (or, if you’re dogless like me, your imaginary doggie). That’s it, that’s all – easy as a Poodle with daddy issues in heat,
And if you don’t end up scoring a copy here, you can pre-order one from Amazon.
Meh. She’s cute, but I don’t see it. I think I look more like the dog on the cover of Hipster Puppies. Amirite?