The renegade craft fair at Fort Mason last weekend showed us that venturing into the cutting edge of SF fashion is, in actual fact, more like trudging through an expanse of repeating scenery. We're all trying to be unique but the father of hipster style just threw up all over us young'uns. Musty clothes, janitor keys, debut albums, Obama and neon framed sunglasses are all around us and we can't get away from it. We can't help ourselves.
Before we begin the festivities of the Hipster Hit Parade, let us savor a little of the Hipster Olympics:
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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