I suppose there are many things you could say about my husband and I, but one of them is definitely not that we bore easily. We always find ways to entertain ourselves, new discoveries, objects of interest and so on. Case in point: Sometime yesterday Jasper said to me "Hey, I have a great idea. Why don't I pose in my grandmother's old glasses and you take pictures of me." And so we had a hilarious 12 picture posing, with breaks in between (his grandmother was nearly blind, so he had to take off the glasses between each shot to avoid getting a headache....) These are a few of my favorites, each with their own name.
This one I call "Satre, eat your heart out."
This one is known as "Good one, Eugene!"
These two are called "Yves, the slimy French exchange student." Can't you just imagine trying to dodge this guy at a party?
The funniest thing, however, is that in a few of them he actually ended up looking kind of hip.
But how can you look hip in your half-blind grandmother's glasses? Is it cool to be uncool? Unique to be ugly? Hip to be ironically unhip? Or maybe, just maybe, hipsters are sometimes just plain ridiculous. Case in point, the following picture:
Yes, a few weeks ago I actually saw a smug Berlin hipster in Friedrichain wearing these, that is, Keds without laces. No, people, no! Look, I realize I'm simply too old to get this whole "80s revival". Most of the stuff hipsters are wearing these days are exactly what I wore in the 6th grade and, no matter how hard you might try, you just can never find something you found cool in the 6th grade ever cool again. And besides, it's UG-ly. So please, my friends, throw out the bright plastic frame glasses. Burn those peg leg jeans. Send those knotted pearl necklaces and cable knit sweaters and keds without laces back to fashion hell where they belong. Trust me, someday soon you will thank me for it.