A self-proclaimed sect of hipsterdom in which the individual recognizes he or she is a hipster with an almost aristocratic air hanging over them. Rather than rejecting the title of hipster, they accept it but seek to distinguish themselves from the broey bastardized hipsters that tend to birth out of frat houses. Characterized by a superior taste in music that encompasses a broad spectrum of genres that range from folk to variants of house. They avoid shameless wobbles known as American dubstep at all costs and love IPAs/home brewed alcohol.
Hipster Bro: Yo I just nabbed tickets to Skrillex & Avicii I got my neon bro tank all ready to RAVE!
*sips natti ice*
Hipstercrat: That shit is an auditory nightmare! Listen to some Claude Vonstroke and grow a beard for fuck's sake.
A proponent of hipsterism. The hipsterist is on a constant quest to find the most peculiar, cool, ugly, or avante-garde items on the face of the earth. To do so, they are willing to spend any amount of money, for they define themselves by what they consume, not by who they are.
Darren the hipsterist owns every LP ever released by Interpol. And they're all signed copies. Imports. Even the remixes.
Hipster: "I just bought a new American Apparel dress to wear to the White Rabbits show Friday. "
Friend: "Wow, Mary that is so hipsteresque of you!"
Hipster: "Thank you. Now give me some of your Pabst Blue Ribbon."
The point of time when hipsters have identity issues, because they can no longer go anti-mainstream, because being a hipster is popular. So going anti-mainstream has become mainstream, therefore making hipsters confused and hopeless. They end up staying home sitting on there couch because the rest of the world are in thrift stores looking for "vintage-grandma clothing"
I used to really love old wood and rustedfurniture, but now that everyone loves them too i am having a hipsteridentitycrisis.