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.
Two guys are in a bar in Camden, they see a possible Hipster in the corner sipping her ice-tea and reading the latest copy of the Big Issue. One decides to walk over to her
Guy: Hey, can I just say your aura is enchanting!
Guy walks off disappointed. He sees his freind
Guy 2: How did it go?
Guy: Just another Faux-Hipster..