Moby: Doglover Second, Rock Star First

We suggested yesterday that society accessory and downtown gadabout Moby is a dedicated doglover. We even had some strong photographic evidence to back us up. But a vigilant reader — who we're assuming isn't some snot-nosed NYU kid "testing" us — begs to differ: More »

Hipsters Voluntarily Get Asses Beat on Upper East Side

In the killing of hipsters for sport, realtors are the ruthless bounty hunters, quietly sniffing out dive bars and thrift stores and gay enclaves before moving in for the kill. Once the realtors smell blood, it's only a matter of time before the endangered hipster is priced out of his or her own habitat. (For reference, read: most of lower Manhattan, Park Slope, Williamsburg.) So where, then, are the homeless bohos to go? Somewhere unchartered, undiscovered, untouched by the hands of trendiness — the Upper East Side, of course. Just ask pioneering 27-year-old Will Hooks, who recently defected from Williamsburg and is a fan of uptown life: More »

We Just Know This Has Something to Do With the Gay Vague Thing

Surprisingly, this boy was not identified as Jonathan Safran Foer or Conor Oberst. More »

Rampant Male-Infantilism and the Birth of the SmurfBoy

Hot on the cracked heels of the declaration of Gay Vague as the new straight and the new gay comes a tirade against "male infantilism" and all the Seth Cohens it has spawned. Writer Matthew Wilder recalls the era of manly men and sheds a tear for what's become of good, clean testosterone: More »

NYPost's Battle of the Unctuous Hipsters

Unretouched Post captions: Left, "Joe Praino say he texts 'amazing revelations' to his ex-girlfriend." Right, "Williamsburg Warriors Siri Wilson and Eve Sibley flash 'W' hand signs to demonstrate their allegiance to the hipster 'hood." More »

The Jews Update: It's All Good, Kosher

For today's Young Jews in Prada report, we venture to Soho, where a new congregation called the Soho Synagogue plans a heady mix of Orthodox services, "Torah cocktails" and excursions to the Hamptons. Reports Intelligencer,

We call it a boutique synagogue. You might have to RSVP. There might be a roped line. It will totally be a scene. But it s all kosher, explained Dovi Scheiner, a thin, 28-year-old Orthodox rabbi dressed casually in black pants and an untucked white button-down, with tallith strings hanging down from his waist.

Judaism: so still the It Religion. More »

'NYP' Exposes The Secret Hipster After-Party

Yeah, we know your type: beat-up cowboy boots, pink tights, vintage Balenciaga military coat shredded to look like you found it in a dumpster. You think just because you blew some rails off a Boyracer test pressing, you're hip? Think again. Unless you're reading Gothamist, NYHappenings, or Manicmess, you're just another poseur: More »

Hipsters Get Political, Fight Tacky Pants, Overdevelopment

Another week, another New York Times story that would be perfect for a Hollywood adaptation: To the Ramparts, Hipsters, and Hold the Latte, from this weekend's 'City' section. More »

Bad News For Hipsters: Hilary Duff Is On To You

Gawker exclusive: Hilary Duff has defiled the ironically disastrous alcoves normally reserved for downtown New York's finest assymetrical haircuts! In what can only be described as a painful fit of post-punk partying, Miss Liquid Ice spent Friday night asserting her hipster cred and spacing out to Joy Division at East Village inferno Lit. This only prepared her for Saturday night, where she graced the weekly Misshapes party with her DJ skills. (She played a lot of Smiths, we hear, and we bet she made friends with Queen Leigh Lezark. But did she use the bathrooms? That's the real question.) So, um, what the fuck? How could bubbly clean Duff invade these smoke-filled, drug-oozing dens of indie sin? And, more importantly, what will Disney think? More »

'Post': More On 'Influence' Peddling

Earlier today we looked at Maureen Callahan's Post article about important, influential downtown hipsters who get lots of free shit while they spread their nebulous 'influence' hither and yon. (For those who couldn't get enough, we'd also direct you to Robert Lanham's Free Williamsburg piece on basically the same subject from December 2003.) More »

Team Party Crash: Michael T's Big Bad Birthday

When Michael T., one of the madmen behind the notoriously insane Motherfucker parties, has a birthday party, you know it's worth checking out. Photographer Nikola Tamindzic documents the sweaty action at last night's party, populated by the infectious likes of Carlos D from Interpol and every downtown kid this side of Misshapes. More »

Open Letter to the People Who Want Team Zissou Adidas

To: Signers of this petition More »

For the Price of a PBR, You Can Save a Life

We're a little concerned about the anti-hipster sentiment that's running through the culture right now. Yesterday, we directed you to Christian Lorentzen's anti-Wes Anderson/anti-hipster essay in n+1. More »

Wes Anderson, Hipsters And Other Things To Make You Hate Life

We don't know how anyone in their right mind managed to carve up over 1600 words on Wes Anderson's Life Aquatic as emblematic of the hipster bell curve, but we're convinced the writer is either brilliantly retarded or batshit insane, if not both. A taste: More »

'VICE': Sex is the New Blow

Screw 'VICE', right? Those dudes suck! Screw 'em! More »

'Stereotype' Party At Lit: Where Hipsters Go To Die

New Magazine Alert! (And no, it's not the $10 Traders. We can't bear to acknowledge that one, yet.) Stereotype magazine, which is so damn cool you've never heard of it, had a launch party last night at notorious East Village assymetrical-haircut-epicenter Lit. An unfortunate attendee reports of Condes and coke: More »

Further Confirmation That Hipness Is Uncool

We always knew our Los Angeles brethren were ever-so-slightly behind the New York curve, but an article in today's LA Times has us wondering if there might be something to our suspicions of SoCal existing on a completely different planet. The western paper of record has finally made our Gray Lady look positively cutting edge with its analysis of hip (as "merited" by the release of two superfluous books exploring the coolness factor, Hip: The History and The Bohemian Manifesto), in which we learn there's a lot of similarities between Los Angeles 'hood Silver Lake and our own Williamsburg (boys in trucker hats! Girls with bangs!). All of which, of course, probably hits the final nail into the hipster's coffin. More »