I'm so cool I can define hipsters

Hipster is all about CULTURE.

It likes to be stylish, by vintage standards. Looking like anything iconic from the past: 50s, 60s retro, up to the 90s. It cares most about the looks.

Its activities are all related to culture: the arts, photography (don't forget, it's gotta look vintage), writing, books, and anything that goes well with those, like coffee, for example.

Which brings us to food. It loves foods that look cool, like macaroons, frappes, soft-colored cupcakes or ice cream.

The last important thing is the entertainment part. It loves old, unpopular OR iconic movies, books, music, videogames, etc, (that sooner or later become popular cause now half the world is hipster). 

Sometimes, when people found someone into fandoms such as LOTR, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Star Wars, even Legend of Zelda , or say, authors like Jane Austen, Lewis Caroll,etc.(note: here Geek comes in and intertwines with Hipster), they would answer "wow, that person's pretty hip!" as in saying "he's fun/cool!" And from that evolved the word.

One last thing! Internet. Lots and lots and lots of blogging and commenting on the internet.

Now the Hipster world has become pretty mainstream. It's hard to keep up, because that means getting into all those fandoms or cult followings.

On the whole, its attitude is cold and snobbish, even if the people who follow it don't intend it. 

The important thing is not to focus on this lifestyle so much. Life is not just about culture, though it is really important. Look at the people around you. Make sure they're happy. Now that's what life's about.

Guernicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

When I was younger I would spend summer vacation at my grandmother’s house, eating all her food, playing all day and watching way too much TV.  When I wasn’t running around in her backyard, I would play with my Legos in my room.  If I needed more space to build or if I was playing with someone else, we would build our sets in the living room, which was full of old furniture, large, open windows, and many creepy paintings.  Among the posters and the prints was a huge replica of Pablo Picasso’s Guernica.

               I would always try to imagine what all these strange things in the walls were about, but Guernica always confused me.  I could make up stories about the other characters with bright colors and uncomfortable looking shirts, but these guys were a mess.  It was all black and white and flat and weird.  They looked like they were trying to eat each other, or that they were stumbling in the dark and tripping all over the place.  Their flat eyes and open mouths filled with rows of gaping teeth were terrifying, like a creepy old episode of The Simpsons. 

For all the art history courses and research I’ve done over the years, I can never fully remember the actual context of this piece at this moment.  But judging from the design, I think that confusion is what Picasso truly wanted.  That, and fear.