Last week I published a post<\/a> on this blog (in French) describing my disillusions with <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span>, a former American classmate of mine that, at first, I thought was different and interesting, but who turned out to be what I\u2019m going to call a \u201cfake hipster\u201d. I met <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span> back when I was an exchange student coming from France (obviously!) to the East Coast, and back when I was still fairly easily impressionable\u2026 <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span> had blond curly hair that would fly in the wind when he was riding his bike on the campus main walk; he wore flannel shirts and vintage Tees, and he constantly carried an Olga camera dangling around his neck. In the world of hipsters, perfect score! But as I got to know <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span> better, and with the help of my anthropology-student-best-friend-with-a sharp-eye-for-judging-character, I realized that <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span> was a total fake! I have now been living in New York for three years, including in the East Village, a.k.a hipsterville, and I am well-aware that coming up with a decisive definition of the concept of the hipster is almost mission impossible. And too make things even more complicated, there is a very fine line between a hipster and a fake hipster<\/i>. But let me try to give you a few hints that should help with not being fooled by another <\/span>“<\/span>A“<\/span><\/span> coming your way! <\/span><\/div>\n This <\/span>list can go on, leave your suggestions in the comments section or on the Marion en V.O Facebook page!<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
3. The fake hipster<\/b> buys polyester clothes for hundreds of dollars in vintage stores thinking it\u2019s a good deal.<\/span><\/div>\n
What Was the Hipster?<\/a> from New York Magazine<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n