A new dawn

All great journeys begin with one thing... thorough research.

The project had been committed to, and there was no turning back. Once the world of facebook had been informed of their adventure, the lads realised the serious implications of just what they had got themselves into. On a scale of one to having serious consequences... it was up there with invading Poland, and the invention of nuclear fission. 

Fear had set in, and doing what all self respecting uni students do when they panic, we began our last-minute research:

 

 

We began by speed reading the works of Chekhov, and 90% of the Penguin classics range, excluding those written after the Cold War, in particular "The Surgeon of Crowthorne" by Simon Winchester, which possesses minimal evidence of any level of independent thinking within it's insubstantial confines.

Winchester with some similarly unimpressed seals in 1991

We undertook our research with the utmost seriousness.

However, surely no research is complete without... a field trip? Where could we find indies? Hipsters? Where can we observe them in their natural habitat?

We conducted a poll to decide where to go adventuring... here were the results:

A Zoo: 78%

Belgrave: 3%

Macedonia: 12%

Camberwell: 0%

Brunswick: 30%

New York: 99.99% 

Considering our lack of funding, inability to conduct zoological surveys; and general incompetence at percentage calculation, Brunswick emerged as the forerunner... so off we went!

The Brunswick Safari in pictures...

Blending in with the native hipster populace. Unfortunately it impairs sight.

Needless to say, trams were ridden, old men conversed with, sunglasses worn indoors, independent beers consumed, and deep theological discussions undertaken, because there was a Bible on the shelf behind us. A shelf? In a pub? Incredible... 


And on that bombshell...


The Scores so far...
 June 8th-June 9th 2011

  
Starting a Blog:  300
Starting it on Blogger.com: -300
Wearing sunglasses at night: 10
Conducting a survey: -600
Visiting Brunswick: 500
Consuming independent beers: 250 
Going to soccer/triathlon training during the week, thereby increasing the size of our calves: -1000
Not Reading Simon Winchester's abomination of a literary work: 400
Reading a Bible in a pub: -300 (a book read by billions... probably too mainstream) 



Total:                     -740 points. 
Level:                   Semi-bogan. 


An unfortunate start for the lads... but tune in next time as they hit back at what has been a disappointing couple of days...

The Beginnings of a Dream

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.