Medley Makes Me Giggle.

Pearl and the Beard - Will Smith Medley from Goddamn Cobras Collective on Vimeo.

I spotted this video over on LATFH. It made me extremely happy and giddy. Also, giggly. Definitely giggly.

God, I am such a fucking hipster.

Let the Wild Rumpus Start!

So now that WTWTA pandemonium has officially subsided, I can start liking Wild Things again without feeling like a huge d-bag, a-hole, or jerk. Or any number of synonyms for those words.

Things I like that are Wild Things influenced?

Where the Wild Things Are Slipper from Urban

WTWTA x Opening Ceremony Judith Vest


WTWTA x Pamela Love Ira Claw Bracelet

WTWTA x Roadkill Max and Carol Pendants

Westside Story Meets Bedford Ave

Am I late on this one? Because I haven't heard of Thunderheist yet. But I REALLY like this song. And this video makes me think of The Warriors. Except instead of cuttin' people with knives while on skates, these crazy kids kill 'em with lame dance moves, while on heels.

Ah, you gotta love the kids!

[Via Attorney Street]

Words That People Use. And I Hate.

With the advent of blogs, proper diction has basically become a fond memory of a yesteryear that includes POGS and Rolling Stone issues that were actually relevant. Descriptive words are no longer in demand. I mean, who gives a fuck about words like "retrospect" or "stunning" when you have replacements as suitable as "LOLZOMGEEZIES" or "ROFLFMLDUDEZ". Srsly!

Keeping all of this in mind, I've composed a list of internet-popular words that everyone seems to *heart* using, and a compilation of all the various reasons why I hate said words.

UBER

Every time I use this word, I feel like a 5 ft tall version of Arnold Schwarzenegger squeezing on some political reporter's poor unsuspecting buttocks. Squeezing tightly. Basically, it makes my stomach churn major cookies.

CLUSTERFUCK

I can just picture the Keds-wearing morons who came up with this cunning combo. They got way too high and sat around with a loaf of brie that would have tasted so much better if they had warmed it just 42 seconds longer. One of the brie-inhaling morons somehow managed to use the word "cluster". Someone else said "fuck". And then, a dim light bulb went off. They all looked at each other, then texted their friends. And thus, "clusterfuck" was born.

FAIL

Ok. I get it. You don't like something. But do we really need to waste solid capital letters on you whining about how "EPICally" you hate something? How over-dramatic can you be?

ALT

Using this word reminds me of being at a 6th birthday party, watching the clown that was supposed to make your little brother laugh instead cause him to wet his pants. In fear. Thank the hipsterrunoff for this one.

OBAMA

Obama in the White House is cool. Obama on your limited edition snowboard, which cost 400 bones, is not.

O.M.G!

If you haven't realized this list is totally ironicz and sarcastic, being that I use all of these words about 50-ba-jillionz times a day, then... OMG. Get a life dude!

Sincerely,

Gee

Hipster Fest Weekend

Holy Bikes in the Kitchen, Batman!

I think everyone's going to be there. Including my mom.

I'm not even kidding about the whole my-mom part.

The Monterey Pop Hipster

Although my focus is more on 90s era hip-hop and R&B, I am a closet 1960s psychedelic and folk rock fan. In my first year of college, I went through a huge 60s phase, where I obsessively delved into the careers of some of my favorite acid rock stoner hippie brethren. I would listen to tracks by The Kinks, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, The Byrds, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, S and Garfunkel, and others over and over and over again until I had my never-ending fill. Yes, I was definitely a closet fan, of the rabid breed. It got stale after awhile, and I made an equally devoted transition to early 70s punk, but whenever I hear a 60s psychedelic song I get a slight twinge.

A couple of nights ago I stayed up late to watch the 1968 concert film Monterey Pop and I wasn't disappointed. The performances, such as Ravi Shankar's stateside debut, Jimi Hendrix setting his guitar into a ball of flames, and The Who smashing their instruments to shreds, are super duper raw.



Photographers at the festival, especially Tom Gundelfinger O'Neal, introduced the nation to a whole new youth movement that had previously existed on the fringes (Monterey Pop took place a whole two years before the infamous Woodstock fest). I was really drawn to Gundelfinger's snapshots because they captured more than just the events and performances, they captured the movement. The fashion, the energy, and the freedom these kids were experimenting with are all caught on camera, and I'm loving it!

Looking back at these shots, I couldn't help but think of my modern day hipster brethren and smile. Seriously guys, looking at these shots makes me feel like I'm taking a stroll down Bedford Ave, what with the abundance of vests and leopard prints, bangs, and furry headgear.

I mean, LATFH (if you don't know what that means... google it!)! I hate them, but seriously sometimes you gotta give props where they are due, because this guy has inadvertently done his homework and payed homage to the original 60s hipsters.

Enjoy the rest of the shots from the festival of yore below!