The most hipster wedding I've ever seen was last summer.
B&G got married in their back yard with only a few people in attendance. Bride wore a lovely ivory gown, groom wore a 3-piece suit without his jacket. Both of them wore Converse (the bride's were purple!)
The reception was held at a local music hall with a local band playing. They had food trucks providing dinner (invited guests got a bracelet for as much food as we wanted), old fashioneds were served at the bar, and dessert was donuts from a local shop (including chocolate Earl Grey, maple bacon bourbon, and vanilla chai donuts). It was pretty awesome.
OMG hilarious! FSIL's wedding was so half-assed hipster that it hurt me. Literally, I felt sick to my stomach. lol
ETA: Yep, not totally hipster according to the chart (thank goodness). But still gave me hipster vibes, and there's something about hipsters that doesn't sit right with me. It's not you, it's the hipsterness.
My sister's first wedding, she wore what was then called a muslin cotton Mexican wedding dress. No veil, but a wreath of flowers in her hair. The groom wore a tan tuxedo with a ruffled embroidered shirt. (Oh, tuxedo styles are changing! Nobody wears a black tux anymore! It's 1975!) I wore a flowered "granny dress" and sang with the guitar music.
They were married in a chapel, with a cake and punch reception afterwards for the older folks. Then the privileged younger folks went to the real reception, which was a drug orgy at the couple's home, in the basement with lots of candles and incense. (I declined.)
@CMGragain: Thank you! I appreciate that nostalgic moment of grooviness.
As I understand it (being old enough to have also worn a flower wreath and peasant skirt at my first wedding) Hipster is kind of derogatory. The kind of young person who is carefully posing at being very cool and hip, with their Buddy Holly glasses and chai lattes. There is a lot of knit beanie wearing. A Fauxhemian, with intellectual pretensions. Well to do urban and suburban kids playing at being Left Bank artiste types. Someone shopping at Anthropologie and spending 100 bucks on a shirt made to look like a worn out vintage shirt.
I think. A younger person could probably define it better.
@CMGragain: Thank you! I appreciate that nostalgic moment of grooviness.
As I understand it (being old enough to have also worn a flower wreath and peasant skirt at my first wedding) Hipster is kind of derogatory. The kind of young person who is carefully posing at being very cool and hip, with their Buddy Holly glasses and chai lattes. There is a lot of knit beanie wearing. A Fauxhemian, with intellectual pretensions. Well to do urban and suburban kids playing at being Left Bank artiste types. Someone shopping at Anthropologie and spending 100 bucks on a shirt made to look like a worn out vintage shirt.
I think. A younger person could probably define it better.
@CMGragain: Thank you! I appreciate that nostalgic moment of grooviness.
As I understand it (being old enough to have also worn a flower wreath and peasant skirt at my first wedding) Hipster is kind of derogatory. The kind of young person who is carefully posing at being very cool and hip, with their Buddy Holly glasses and chai lattes. There is a lot of knit beanie wearing. A Fauxhemian, with intellectual pretensions. Well to do urban and suburban kids playing at being Left Bank artiste types. Someone shopping at Anthropologie and spending 100 bucks on a shirt made to look like a worn out vintage shirt.
I think. A younger person could probably define it better.
The bolded is a perfect example. A hipster is into bohemian style because it's cool, and will spend boatloads of money to perfect that look. Reminds me of a "bohemian" wedding I saw featured on a blog once, with a budget of $70,000.
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."
Oh, and the next evolution of hipster culture currently working its way through NYC is "normcore." Dressing like a 90's mom or dad on purpose. Think white sneakers, mom jeans, crew neck sweatshirts, fanny packs.
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."
Oh, and the next evolution of hipster culture currently working its way through NYC is "normcore." Dressing like a 90's mom or dad on purpose. Think white sneakers, mom jeans, crew neck sweatshirts, fanny packs.
Normcore. Oh, holy hell. I've seen synthetic hippies, and JC Penney punk rockers, and more affected Seattlite grunge than I can remember but I just can't handle "Normcore." That's too funny.
Great. For me to go normcore, the waist of my jeans would be over my bra strap apparently. Since the crop tops don't even try to cover the American Alps on my chest.
Great. For me to go normcore, the waist of my jeans would be over my bra strap apparently. Since the crop tops don't even try to cover the American Alps on my chest.
Also, in my city, hipsters try to be not-normal. However, there are so many hipsters trying to be not-normal that their style IS totally normal. Defeats the purpose.
I dated a guy for three years who dressed in clothes from the Gap but was otherwise hipster in every way: artistic profession, rode around on his bike, listened to indie bands no one else besides his hipster friends knew about, and also very liberal and anti-"the man". Ironically, once he started making enough money to not live paycheck to paycheck his political views moved more towards moderate. He also has played in an indie, new-wave band for years and they just released their first record. Record. I'm happy for him.
God, the normcore. I actually live in Williamsburg (where the hipster is indigenous) and it is not only ugly, I find it super condescending. Like, isn't it FASHION FORWARD of me to dress like someone whose fashion sense is normally considered inferior? Hahaha, my mom jeans are cool because I'm "in on the joke"! I hate it. When I look like shit it's out of laziness, not a deliberate attempt.
But re: wildflowers--I LIKE wildflowers! I absolutely intend to have them in my bouquet, but somehow I feel like that might be fitting at a nature preserve venue. (I sure hope so, anyway...)
My sister's first wedding, she wore what was then called a muslin cotton Mexican wedding dress. No veil, but a wreath of flowers in her hair. The groom wore a tan tuxedo with a ruffled embroidered shirt. (Oh, tuxedo styles are changing! Nobody wears a black tux anymore! It's 1975!) I wore a flowered "granny dress" and sang with the guitar music.
They were married in a chapel, with a cake and punch reception afterwards for the older folks. Then the privileged younger folks went to the real reception, which was a drug orgy at the couple's home, in the basement with lots of candles and incense. (I declined.)
Is that close?
You know when you see someone standing on a corner and you think they're homeless but then they pull out an iPhone? That's a hipster.
I've been to actual hippie weddings. (Including my own, many years ago.) There were drugs, and questionable fashion, but no antlers. Jingles the leather worker wore some feathers to a wedding once. That's close to antlers, I guess. But he didn't buy his feathers. He found them in the forest, and it was beautiful. So yes, maybe drugs.
I've been to actual hippie weddings. (Including my own, many years ago.) There were drugs, and questionable fashion, but no antlers. Jingles the leather worker wore some feathers to a wedding once. That's close to antlers, I guess. But he didn't buy his feathers. He found them in the forest, and it was beautiful. So yes, maybe drugs.
Hippies and hipsters are two very different things.
Re: "How to Know when You're at a Hipster Wedding"
The most hipster wedding I've ever seen was last summer.
B&G got married in their back yard with only a few people in attendance. Bride wore a lovely ivory gown, groom wore a 3-piece suit without his jacket. Both of them wore Converse (the bride's were purple!)
The reception was held at a local music hall with a local band playing. They had food trucks providing dinner (invited guests got a bracelet for as much food as we wanted), old fashioneds were served at the bar, and dessert was donuts from a local shop (including chocolate Earl Grey, maple bacon bourbon, and vanilla chai donuts). It was pretty awesome.
I'm the fuck out.
My sister's first wedding, she wore what was then called a muslin cotton Mexican wedding dress. No veil, but a wreath of flowers in her hair. The groom wore a tan tuxedo with a ruffled embroidered shirt. (Oh, tuxedo styles are changing! Nobody wears a black tux anymore! It's 1975!) I wore a flowered "granny dress" and sang with the guitar music.
They were married in a chapel, with a cake and punch reception afterwards for the older folks. Then the privileged younger folks went to the real reception, which was a drug orgy at the couple's home, in the basement with lots of candles and incense. (I declined.)
Is that close?
*ahem*
A douche.
FUNNY PACKS?!?!?!
What in hell? Is it a game on who can have the biggest fake ass to attempt to hide the demon camel toe?
I'm the fuck out.
I'm the fuck out.