We, Like Sheep achieves the century’s most concise description of the hipster.
Pierluigi overheard some people speaking American. He approached them. “He is from America too,” he said, pointing to me. There were two guys sitting and talking loudly, with pronounced sarcastic hipster accents. They were dressed in traditional hipster garb as well. They didn’t look like non-heterosexuals. They had ironic but unflattering facial hair, disfiguring piercings, and loose jackets and pants. I think I saw corduroy.