It was a Thursday. Two ordinary Melburnian lads were planning to adventure to Hamilton St, Mont Albert, for a coffee. Having used the app "beanhunter" to find the coffee, and passing a manly window cleaner on their way, the lads soon realised that they were dangerously close to being swept from the brink of indieness into the pit of hipster....dom.
On other days they would have been found working out, drinking beer or wrestling crocodiles like ordinary Australian men, but today was different.
Today, so pleased with the vaguely intrigued looks of the women in the cafe, they decided to embark on a quest.... the quest to become....
A fully trained hipster. The pursuit of a lifestyle so obscure and non-mainstream that it's like the popularity of the honey badger within the snake community...
(On a scale of one to popular... not that popular)
Op-shops would become their home... borrowed knitted sweaters would become their garments, and North-East-Melbourne suburbs their stomping ground.
We welcome YOU to follow their adventure... in their noble pursuit of the 100, 000 indie points required to move them up to the ultimate title. "Grand Hipster", as endorsed by Truman Capote and Franz Kafka.... in fact, most of the Penguin Classics authors.
Regards,
The Boys.
PS. Follow the journey of the lads here.
With a post like that, how can I not instantly be drawn to follow your intrepid journey into ... well, frankly, the abyss of I have no idea where, oh, that's right, fully trained hipsters. Follow I will, giggle, snigger, smirk and maybe even smile with glee and pride and you begin to reach your goal. Go well boys, and watch, I will.
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