11.30.12
There is soem cool and eclectic work in the portfolio (or Tumblr blog rather) of the elusive Graphikh.
There is soem cool and eclectic work in the portfolio (or Tumblr blog rather) of the elusive Graphikh.
It’s time to feel the free spirit of photographer Anabel Navarro as it is delivered by way of beautiful people and sun-dappled washed out settings.
Stevie Gee is an illustrator who makes himself readily available for illustration (obviously), art direction, design and love making. I am sure you could probably go à la carte on that menu if you wanted and maybe mix and match a skill or two.
Halfanese has a shiny glitzy portfolio and is an expert at illustrating hip and sexy girls with haute tatts and sick scraper bikes. Need I say more or do you just wanna go ahead and check it out now? Well o.k. then.
There is a large cache of trendy low-fi photography in the portfolio of Valerie Phillips. She has captured imagery for some big-named client and publications.
Photographer Alex Aristei captures quietly casual moments of cool.
I have posted the work of Ashkahn Shahparnia before but it appears that there might be a new thing or two in his portfolio since then. I am absolutely loving his poster work. Brilliant.
Well, considering the song and band I just wrote about in the last post, this post may suffer from a twinge of irony. If ever their were an anthem to send up the emptiness of hipster culture, it would no doubt be MGMT’s ‘Time to Pretend’. But then again, irony is the fence that surrounds the hipster playing field. With that said, I think it is time to get down to brass tacks and face some hard facts. I was directed towards this article a few weeks back by some friends but failed to make the time to read it and finally did so this evening. I have to say, it stung a little. About 10 years ago, when I was in college, I would mark myself and my roommates as at the beginning of the wave of hipster culture. We bought everything we owned from thrift stores, wore our clothes way too tight, had a different haircut every month, rode bikes, drove shitty old cars, partied constantly, were all in bands, several of us were actors, traded girlfriends often, owned nothing other than secondhand furniture (some of which we reapolstered with crushed velvet), went from concert to concert to concert and liked to take all genres of music, throw it all into a blender and see what kind of mush oozed out of the mix.
So yeah, I have been there and done that. Then the last 8 years happened. And now here we are with a crumbled economy in the middle of an endless war that seems like more of an assault on reason than on terrorism. Why, with all of this style consciousness, didn’t it ever become cool to at least get up off your ass, go out there and vote some of this madness out of the Whitehouse?
Anyway, the article to which I was referring to before veering headlong into my tangent, is the article titled, ‘Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization’ that appeared as the cover story in a recent edition of Adbusters. It seemed a bit of a wakeup call, if not a call to arms, by a magazine that is no doubt read by the very people that are being railed upon. Regardless of this irony there was some really remarkable writing in the article, and it was impossible not to feel some of it hit home a little and sting where it landed. I recommend reading it all the way through, despite your cultural predilection. It is definitely food for thought.
And with that I will leave you with a quote from the article to help get you started.