GQ wants to dress, act, and have the musical taste of hipsters. They first wrote about their favorite Hipster musicians/fashionistas. Then they got all hot and bothered by the Hipster Cop (Who was totally a hipster). And now they’ve upped the Hipster-Ante.
They put Aziz Ansari, James Murphy, and chef David Chang all went on a wild trip to Japan. As they call it, the ‘real life Wolf Pack’. Aka The Hipster Trinity.
I’m not going to retell you everything that happens (a lot of drinking, blind dates, and karaoke), but the best part of course involves Aziz Ansari.
It took us a half hour to find N. Hooly-wood’s main showroom, in a nearly unmarked house a block or two off of the shopping boulevard known as Omotesando Dori. Once we were inside, the staff had embarrassedly explained that while they could accommodate Ansari’s Japanese-size frame, there was nothing in their sample wardrobes, perhaps in the entire city, that could fit the rest of our grotesquely elongated and bloated bodies.
So we hung around, and watched Ansari bounce around in taunting, giddy bliss, tended to personally by Obana himself. At one point, the two disappeared upstairs to a storage area, and we could hear them laughing hysterically.
So has GQ ‘become hip’? Or has ‘being a Hipster’ gone so mainstream that a bro-mag like GQ would be covering, and fetishizing, hipsters? Should we rejoice? Lament? Shrug apathetically and drink some Brooklyn Lager?
They were arguing about who would be ‘Oates’ for karaoke. Hall and Oates: So Hipster.
