The only thing I love more than fashion is taking the piss out of fashion*. And so I'd like to share one of my favourite blogs - Look at these fucking hipsters - with you. You probably already check it, but whatevs, are you too hip to go have a look through these shots of scenesters and dudes?

"Hipster" is a weird 1950s-esque term, like rocker, jiver or beatnik. I love that we, as a society, in "the new millenium" have gone to the effort of labelling a group of people in such a neat, generalising fashion. How do you know if you're a hipster anyway? What does hipster even mean?

Some helpful thoughts to answer those questions, and get your internal monologue buzzing:

Do you walk into a bike shop and they try to sell you a fixie? You're a fucking hipster.
Do you have just the right fake Wayfarer specs with a clear glass lense? You're a fucking hipster.
Are you looking at these photos thinking "I could rock that look"? You wish you were a fucking hipster.
Do you wear chinos and a blue and white striped shirt to work, but not in an inchy type way? You definitely aint' no hipster.
Do you hate it when people call you a fucking hipster? You're a fucking hipster.

LATFH's wonky captions are a dead giveaway that they're not hipsters themselves. They can be as good as "“No, we don’t know any Black people personally, but we have seen the movie Blade at least 100 times. So…yeah. We’re pretty sure Blade would dig our shit.” and “I’m not trying to brag. I’m just saying, I knew about Cat Power before anyone else did.” Or as lame as “Please don’t take a picture of me holding a Starbucks cup. I’ll look like an idiot.”

That is all. Someone's Gramps just walked by in an ironic animal jumper. I am off to knick it.

*that's right, I do not love kittens, puppies or children.**
** that's a lie.