When one gives off the impression off being interesting, artisitic, cosmopolitan, progressive, different and witty but really it is a victory of style over substance. They dress in the highest of indepdendent fashions, they ooze this abstract indepedence and trendiness. They are generally aesthetically-pleasing but as soon as you spark a conversation with one of them you soon realise it is all a facade to cover up the lack of personality, wit, creativity or intelligence. These are the pretentious middle-class imposters who flock to inner-cities because they think they will fit in.