WHAT WAS THE HIPSTER?

[oldie but a goodie: Hipster Olympics!]

 

What Was the Hipster? An Afternoon Panel. Saturday, April 11, 2009, 2pm – 4pm. The New School University, Theresa Lang Center, Arnhold Hall, 55 West 13th Street (btwn 5th & 6th aves), 2nd floor.

Mark Greif (n+1)
Jace Clayton (dj/Rupture)
Christian Lorentzen (Harper’s)
+ Special Guests TBA

This event is FREE, and promises to be fun. Audience goading heckling participation is strongly encouraged. Format is: Mark, Christian, and myself will each present a 10 minute essay, then we open things up to general debate. The whole shebang will be published in pamplet form later this year.

Who was the turn-of-the-century hipster? Who is free enough of the hipster taint to write the hipster’s history without contempt or nostalgia? If you’re openly excited about a hipster symposium, are you still allowed to attend?

I will be discussing: thick Mexican mustaches, my aversion to hipster antipathy, what lusting after a drug dealer’s 16yr old daughter in the Peruvian jungle has to say about hipsterism, and the internet.

6 thoughts on “WHAT WAS THE HIPSTER?”

  2. …it’s a kind of 3-dimension map made of server farms and thin, nearly-invisible tubes, whose evil powers are both created and held in check by men with beards.

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  4. hey! i was just at the hipster symposium…i nearly asked a question about the (pretty exciting from what i hear) local electronic music scene in lima & buenos aires. it was going to be about how the local stuff is received vs. the pitchfork-y imported things– whether both are melding together in the itunes of people in those places…? and where the hipster kids and their cumbia fit into that…? or if they are a different group of (hip) kids entirely?

    it seemed the dialogue was unspooling in a wildly different direction, and i let it pass. but now i’m asking. 🙂

    thanks!

    —the girl who knew about rebetika

  5. ps– as you started to talk about the misleading hipster cultural marker in spain, i had to stop myself from shouting “mullets!!!” i never appreciated them properly before hanging out in barcelona.

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