I’m back with a new Dustinland after a week off for my summer vacation, and this comic is about hipster T-shirts. Well, at the time they weren’t really hipster T-shirts. They were just cheap ass used shirts that were perfect for recent college graduates barely scraping by in NYC—or any other place really. This was back in the early 2000s before social media, so there actually were secrets that lasted for a little while. Today, forget it. If someone found a place to get cool anything for cheap it’ll be posted and shared to death within days and before you know it, bye bye. It’s ruined.
Thankfully these days I can afford to pay more than $2 for a shirt and I’m sort of at that point where I don’t wear tees to work, but I still think it’s sad that this isn’t even an option anymore for those who wish it was, if there are such people, which there may no longer be.
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Tagged clothes, Dustinland, fashion, hipster, hipsters, ironic, irony, shirts, style, tshirts, vintage
You know I think I had some sort of theory forming with this latest Dustinland strip but I’m not sure what it is. You are what you drink? Maybe. I guess I’m kind of using drinks to examine the idea of … Continue reading
The Theory of Hipster Relativity Dustinland comic continues to have legs, three years after its creation. Most recently, it was mentioned in a Boston Globe article detailing the hipsterification of a neighborhood. But more bizarrely, shortly before that article came out, the comic was featured in a Canadian sociology textbook. I find both of these things quite excellent, but the textbook especially. You spend your whole life hating school and wind up as part of a lesson plan. Who knew?
It is now official: I am an expert source when it comes to the science of hipsterology.
Gothamist has a pretty funny photo of a “hipster trap” up today, along with a link to the Theory of Hipster Relativity Dustinland. Check it out yall.
This week’s comic was inspired by the realization that I have been called a hipster, yet I call other people hipsters. And yet everyone was right. When I went to a dive bar in Williamsburg in 2005 and watched my friend get into a fight with a wimpy little shit with an obnoxious haircut, black rimmed glasses and a skinny tie, I was right in calling him a stupid hipster. And when a guy in my office who could be an extra on The Jersey Shore looked at me and saw a tall, skinny long-haired music nerd and called me a hipster, he was right. And I’m sure when he goes home and hangs out with his friends, they call him a hipster for being a graphic designer and knowing more about fonts than most people do about anything. It’s all relative.
*Update: This strip made the front page of Reddit today. Thanks for all the love all you Redditors!