“Excuse me, young man, might this be a ‘hipster’ cafe?”

An old friend was booked to fly into town for a day visit today. We have an old-fashioned friendship. We have been writing letters for thirty years now. Old-fashioned hand-written letters. We’re ever so ‘vintage’. So vintage that we’ve never called each other on the phone and so, when she had to contact me at the last-minute to say she couldn’t come, an elaborate system of various modes of contact ensued.

So here I was with an empty day before me. Something to do with my ‘vintage’ friendship, gave cause for my temporary housemate to exclaim ‘You’re quite the hipster!’ and this from a girl who was much closer to the age and form of this cultural phenomenon.

I decided to embrace this well-meaning misdiagnosis and attempt to be a ‘hipster’ for just one day. Today, that is.

Could I be a hipster?

Could I be a hipster?

Now, at the end of the day, I’ve put some lentils on to boil and will take some time to reflect upon this short-lived cross-cultural experience.

Returning home from my weekly pilates class, I searched the internet for tips on how to be a hipster girl and found some helpful advice. I was apparently off to a good start! I had worked on my fitness, but not in a way that was too challenging. All with the added bonus of wearing my hair in ‘messy bun’.

Messy 'just woke up' hair

Messy ‘just woke up’ hair

Earlier that morning I had been pleased to see a post from The Cookbook Guru about their new cookbook for the month, ‘Saha’. I pulled it off my bookshelf, determined to locate a recipe that would make use of the overabundance of parsley I had in my garden. With plans to make the Malouf’s ‘Lentil Tabbouleh’, I was delighted to discover that I had inadvertently ticked a few more ‘hipster’ boxes on the checklist. I was going to make something vegetarian (let’s ignore the sausages that will appear alongside the salad!) and it was going to be with parsley from my ‘organic’ garden.

Organic Garden

Organic Garden

But that was for later in the day. First, I had to venture out in the world and try to pass for a ‘hipster girl’. Let’s just say, right up front, that I probably failed to pull this off.

My boots should have been ‘military style’. They weren’t.

Sensible (not military) boots

Sensible (not military) boots

My tights should have been coloured or floral. They weren’t.

Is black a colour?

Is black a colour?

Though I had a bag, it should probably have been brown and slightly beaten. Not red and from Marks and Spencer. There is a fake ‘vintage’ clock in the photo and ‘organic’ roses from my garden, so perhaps I get some points?

I could fit an LP record in that satchel!

I could fit an LP record in that satchel!

According to my research, I mustn’t ever venture out without a camera and a book in my bag. I happened to be re-reading an old favourite, so that probably earned me ‘recycling’ points. Though my camera wasn’t ‘vintage’ and so I believe that brings me back to zero.

A recycled vintage book

A recycled vintage book

Armed with a WordPress challenge to conduct an interview (real or virtual) and (after a last-minute decision) not armed with my fake black-rimmed hipster glasses (remnants from an ill-advised 3D cinema experience), I caught the bus into town to visit a ‘hipster cafe’.

I did a quick scan of the establishment before committing myself, and found that it fit many of the required criteria. There were an abundance of skinny-jeaned, poncho-ed, bearded, satchel-bearing customers. There was concrete, steel and recycled timber as far as the eye could see. A blackboard ironically declaring the cafe to be ‘Established 2014’ clinched it for me and I confidently approached the counter to order.

The ‘How to be a Hipster Girl’ guide had instructed that I ‘speak with an air of confidence’ and not be afraid to use sarcasm. So the following cross-cultural exchange ensued:

Hipster: Sorry, we’re all a bit ‘spaced out’ today – recovering from this morning!

Would-be Hipster: What happened this morning?

Hipster: Oh, just loads of people coming in?

Would-be Hipster: For coffee?

Hipster: Yeah, it’s like they planned it or something!

Would-be Hipster: Mmm (pausing to silently give thanks that I left my planning diary at home – close call!)

Hipster: What’ll you have?

Would-be Hipster: A Long Black, please (proud of my confident ordering in hipster language).

Hipster: Oh, an Americano?

Would-be Hipster: Mmm (now not so sure I’d entered into a real hipster cafe)

Hipster: Where are you from?

Would-be Hipster: Oh, I’ve lived in this city for a while, but originally from Australia. We call it a ‘Long Black’ there and I’m always delighted to see it on blackboards in this city (regaining confidence).

Hipster: Oh yes. We do use smaller cups here, like they do in Australia – because bigger cups are just, well, they’re just nasty!

Would-be Hipster: Mmm.

I finished my ‘hipster interview’ with an order of one of their sandwiches with sides of salads with interesting pulses contained there-in, then sat down at a table where I was afforded a clear view of the rest of the cafe.

Hipster Lunch – note interesting salad on left

 

My sandwich arrived and as I ate I was delighted to overhear my hipster-waiter-friend declaring to the bearded customer next to me that the coffee was ‘Natural – it’s like the farmer just takes the seed and throws it out!’

I stayed until the moment where an elderly, suited, silver-bearded man sat at the table on the other side of me, whereby my mind could not cope with the counter-cultural considerations that presented.

So I left.

I briefly toyed with the idea of staging a protest against skinny jeans, as the hipster guide had said that protesting was an essential part of the hipster culture.

My protest

My protest

But I was a little scared of starting something I couldn’t stop. So I figured the most enjoyable effective way to protest was to strut to my favourite tea-drinking establishment and leave hipster culture far behind me!

Being true to myself

Being true to myself

I returned home to boil some lentils, harvest some (organic) parsley and make what I trust will be a delicious salad. I’m taking it to my friend’s house tonight where there’s nothing hipster to be found. Nothing whatsoever.

Unless a vintage Scrabble board counts?

 

 

 

 

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24 thoughts on ““Excuse me, young man, might this be a ‘hipster’ cafe?”

  1. You crack me up! There ain’t a skerrick of hipster about this possum. I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face all day! Go you. You little hipster you. love JJ xxx

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      • Indeed! Try attending your local slam poetry night! When a bearded doorman asks how you found the place, mention the hipster cafe to avoid suspicion for being “too mainstream”. You should have a field day in there.

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  2. Sounds an adventurous day, I never leave home without a book and a camera. I have a tiny little pocket book on Mindfulness, but I leave the retro cameras to my Partner who deveops his own film, I stick with my compact digital 🙂

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    • Thanks, I’ll have to take a look at the essay you’ve cited. The subject of the post attracted a lot of interest from friends and visitors, so it’s definitely something people are thinking a lot about.

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