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Last Polaroid cameras and film to be sold at Urban Outfitters tomorrow.

We've had a hole in our hearts ever since the original Polaroid company stopped... more

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Smooth Jazz

Welcome to One Square Mile of Earth. From animator Jeff Drew, and comedy double-act... more

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IDONTGOTO University jumper creator got rich by never going to Uni

You may or may not be familiar with the IDONTGOTO University jumpers that looked and... more

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Peach or Pear?

Welcome to One Square Mile of Earth. From animator Jeff Drew, and comedy double-act... more

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Turtlenecks

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THIS summer the unvarying male uniform in the precincts of Brooklyn cool has been a pair of shorts cut at knickers length, a V-neck Hanes T-shirt, a pair of generic slip-on sneakers and a straw fedora. Add a leather cuff bracelet if the coolster is gay.

In truth this get-up was pretty much the unvarying male uniform last summer also, but this year an unexpected element has been added to the look, and that is a burgeoning potbelly one might term the Ralph Kramden.

Too pronounced to be blamed on the slouchy cut of a T-shirt, too modest in size to be termed a proper beer gut, developed too young to come under the heading of a paunch, the Ralph Kramden is everywhere to be seen lately, or at least it is in the vicinity of the Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene, the McCarren Park Greenmarket and pretty much any place one is apt to encounter fans of Grizzly Bear.

“I sort of think the six-pack abs obsession got so prissy it stopped being masculine,” is how Aaron Hicklin, the editor of Out, explains the emergence of the Ralph Kramden. What once seemed young and hot, for gay and straight men alike, now seems passé. Like manscaping, spray-on tans and other metrosexual affectations, having a belly one can bounce quarters off suggests that you may have too much time on your hands.

“It’s not cool to be seen spending so much time fussing around about your body,” Mr. Hicklin said.

Women have almost never gotten a pass on the need to maintain their bodies, while men always have, said Robert Morea, a personal fitness trainer. (Full disclosure: my own.) It would be too much, he added, to suggest that “potbellies are suddenly O.K.,” but as lean muscle and functionality become the new gym mantras, hypertrophied He-Men with grapefruit biceps and blister-pack abs have come to resemble specimens from a diorama of “A Vanished World.”

More at the NY Times article.

So, now it is ok to be fat and lazy b/c it's cool? What an easy excuse to be an obese loser. Brainwashing is so simple nowadays.THIS summer the unvarying male uniform in the precincts of Brooklyn cool has been a... more

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Latest fashion trends in Japan

Wanna know what they're wearing in Japan this year?

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Hipster Withdrawals

It's sad because it's true

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The Eleven Best Hipster Bathroom Graffiti Moments [Pics]

Bathroom graffiti, or wall scrawl as I like to call it, is always entertaining. But... more

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A Brief History Of Hipsters

"The White Negro"

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Messy life, clichéed death for prince of hipsters

Demise of Dash Snow, notorious in New York's downtown art scene, marks the end of an era.

Dash Snow died this past Monday of a heroin overdose, and obituaries all over the world have established him, already, as "iconic," a kind of cipher for the Downtown New York art scene of the past 10 years. They usually begin by identifying him as an artist but nobody really wants to talk about his art. He was a fascinating muse for other artists, but his lifestyle is the most interesting thing about him, involving as it did a devotion to every kind of hedonism possible when a person has no respect for taboos and pots and pots of money. The style of his death also represents the end of a particular moment in the life of American art, the logical conclusion of its utter submission to the glut of money fuelled by fraudulent financial instruments pumping through the world's major cities before the crash. He was an icon of a nasty and empty art so cynical it amounted nearly to nihilism.

Snow was also, in a very direct way, one of the most influential forces on popular culture. Gavin McInnes, the founder of the hipster bible Vice magazine, literally used to follow Snow around recording the smallest detail of his life. The fact is you've seen Dash Snow. You can see him on Ossington tonight if you want. He's the trucker-hat-donning, skinny-jeans-wearing, Pabst-Blue-Ribbon-drinking, Converse-shoe-stepping trustafarian hipster of the past decade who thinks that the good life is staying up until eight in the morning snorting blow in the toilet stalls at after-hours clubs. Snow was the source that Vice magazine used to develop that template.

The comparison with Basquiat, another New York artist who died from consuming massive quantities of drugs, has already begun and it is not flattering to Snow. I caught the Basquiat retrospective at the Brooklyn Museum of Art in 2005, and it was a revelation of his searing originality and consistent growth right up to the point of his death. Basquiat's life was about the work. Even his drug use was about the work. He would snort coke all night to paint and then shoot up in the morning to fall asleep. He poured his demiurge energies into self-education and the mastery of technique, steeping himself in the traditions of Symbolism and Expressionism, which he then melded with street art.

Snow's work is the stuff teenage kids do at parties. His most famous pieces are a photograph of himself snorting coke off a semi-erect penis, and a collection of newspaper pages covered with his sperm. Basquiat's hedonism fuelled his creativity, but for Snow hedonism was the creativity. Ariel Levy's profile of Snow in New York magazine in 2007, which made him famous beyond his immediate circle of friends, began with a description of a game he played semi-regularly with the sculptor Dan Colen called "The Hamster's Nest." "To make a Hamster's Nest, Snow and Colen shred up 30 to 50 phone books, yank around all the blankets and drapes, turn on the taps, take off their clothes, and do drugs – mushrooms, coke, ecstasy – until they feel like hamsters." This is what Snow was good at. His art grew out of running around at night, doing graffiti and stealing. He was proud of being a thief; he believed it gave him authenticity. He paid bums to let him tag their backs. He thought it was cool.

Even the hedonism seems joyless and cynical, fuelled by only the shallowest spirit of rebellion. Because, of course, Dash Snow was rich. He was a de Menil, a member of a family regularly featured on Forbes' list of the richest families in America and one of the greatest art collecting dynasties in history. How else could he have maintained his lifestyle if he were not a scion of one of America's great fortunes? How could he have called himself an artist if he were not a descendant of some of the greatest patrons the world has ever known? His brother has dated Mary-Kate Olsen. His grandmother commissioned the Rothko chapel in Houston. His family sponsoreDemise of Dash Snow, notorious in New York's downtown art scene, marks the end of... more