Last week, I had the pleasure of receiving a phone call from a long lost friend. She proceeded to confess that she thought I was great at the whole “style thing” but she would never be able to pull off what I wore as she wasn’t a “Hipster”.
Once I had researched the definition using the nation’s most trusted dictionary (The Urban Dictionary), I was completely and utterly perplexed.
For those of you who, like me, have been living under a rock for the past few years and have never heard of such a word, it turns out that there are several meanings.
Now if she was referring to me as someone who “values independent thinking, counterculture, an appreciation of art, creativity, intelligence and witty banter.” Then I am more than happy to stand up and declare “Hello. My name is Henna and I am a Hipster.”
However, the comment made was solely in relation to visual representation. Meaning that her definition must have meant “A person who follows the latest trends and fashions.”
Before I move on, I should state that this is the first and only time I have ever come across such a comment and usually, my aesthetic draws in “Drama teacher that has been pushed into a hedge” vibes.
But this got me thinking that in a world obsessed with labelling, I have never really been affected by social norms and in particular, when it comes to personal style.
I can’t help but feel this may be due to my upbringing. For example I recall as a child, my mother dragging me shopping in order to purchase new school shoes. She forced me to buy matte black Dr Martens, despite my best efforts to convince her otherwise and I was ridiculously embarrassed to wear them. Nevertheless, I put them on each morning and plodded my little feet into school.
Similarly, she purchased a rather fetching pair of leather skinny trousers for me when I was thirteen years old. Remember kids, this was before they were cool and leather is hard enough to wear in the scorching summer heat without adding sweaty arse into the equation.
Now that we can “look back and laugh” as my mother puts it (I think I may still be traumatised by the ordeal), I realise that I couldn’t care less about what the latest trends are. However I do acquire new tastes as and when I come across them. But isn’t that normal?
Yes I do own several pairs of New Balance, but this is due to the fact that I needed new trainers as my older pairs looked as though they had been run over by a monster truck. Not because some ginger man with a beard in Dalston has a pair. And yes I do purchase the majority of my clothing in thrift stores but simply because it is difficult to source good quality clothing that lasts these days.
My brother and I know the lyrics to “Still Dre” by Dr Dre from start to finish but it doesn’t mean that we have lowered the suspension on the family car.
Keeping up with the latest trends and fashions has always been alien to me and people who have a superior complex based on the fact that they are male with a top knot on their head or are kitted out in head to toe vintage, are infuriating.
If this is all you have to worry about in your life then you are not paying enough attention to what is going on in the world. Take your beanie off and open your eyes.