robin-pucking-goodfellow:

louobedlam:

Bill Murray & Wes Anderson (at Cannes) by Andrew H. Walker(Getty Images)
What we have here are two different, excellent uses of fame. 
Wes: I have achieved success and acclaim! I can wear expensive suits! 
Bill: I have achieved success and acclaim.  I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT. I CAN HOLD HANDS WITH MY DIRECTOR. I CAN SHOW AFFECTION AND/OR SCORN AS I SEE FIT.  I AM BEYOND THAT WHICH CONCERNS THE REST OF YOU, THAT WHICH PLAGUES YOUR DREAMS AND CONSUMES YOUR EVERY WAKING HOUR.  TIME IS BUT A WINDOW. DEATH IS BUT A DOOR. 
BILL MURRAY IS.

Holy shit hshahahahah

Reblogging this again because every time I look at it I smile really huge, and because now that I’ve sobered up a little bit I can better articulate what I like about this. Which is that Wes just looks dapper/sassy/pretty as FUCK and Bill Murray looks like a weirdly possessive father
ALSO, they are both Aging Hipster alum; I have half a mind to reblog this to FYAH with the caption “first couple of aging hipsterdom” but I’ve already made a post on there with a questionable caption today
EDIT: That ^ was supposed to go to my personal account. But while we’re here, the sentiment still holds

robin-pucking-goodfellow:

louobedlam:

Bill Murray & Wes Anderson (at Cannes) by Andrew H. Walker(Getty Images)

What we have here are two different, excellent uses of fame. 

Wes: I have achieved success and acclaim! I can wear expensive suits! 

Bill: I have achieved success and acclaim.  I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT. I CAN HOLD HANDS WITH MY DIRECTOR. I CAN SHOW AFFECTION AND/OR SCORN AS I SEE FIT.  I AM BEYOND THAT WHICH CONCERNS THE REST OF YOU, THAT WHICH PLAGUES YOUR DREAMS AND CONSUMES YOUR EVERY WAKING HOUR.  TIME IS BUT A WINDOW. DEATH IS BUT A DOOR. 

BILL MURRAY IS.

Holy shit hshahahahah

Reblogging this again because every time I look at it I smile really huge, and because now that I’ve sobered up a little bit I can better articulate what I like about this. Which is that Wes just looks dapper/sassy/pretty as FUCK and Bill Murray looks like a weirdly possessive father

ALSO, they are both Aging Hipster alum; I have half a mind to reblog this to FYAH with the caption “first couple of aging hipsterdom” but I’ve already made a post on there with a questionable caption today

EDIT: That ^ was supposed to go to my personal account. But while we’re here, the sentiment still holds

nerd-fodder:

areasofmyexpertise:

Ladies and gentlemen, your new Ghostbusters.
(Need I explain that that is untrue? But this is not: http://www.thestatetheatre.org/Events/fullevent.php?id=1120 )
with J. Long and J. Togo in Austin

Without the suit, John Hodgman reveals himself to be the king of the aging hipsters. Fuck yeah.

This claim must be further investigated, but we cannot deny he has both:
a bad-looking plaid-clad posse, and 
the mustache of an alpha male.

nerd-fodder:

areasofmyexpertise:

Ladies and gentlemen, your new Ghostbusters.

(Need I explain that that is untrue? But this is not: http://www.thestatetheatre.org/Events/fullevent.php?id=1120 )

with J. Long and J. Togo in Austin

Without the suit, John Hodgman reveals himself to be the king of the aging hipsters. Fuck yeah.

This claim must be further investigated, but we cannot deny he has both:

  1. a bad-looking plaid-clad posse, and 
  2. the mustache of an alpha male.

(Source: hodgman, via shred-flanders)

Have some more Ira Glass, aging hipster friends.

Have some more Ira Glass, aging hipster friends.

(Source: valerie2776, via shut-up-erin)

thedailywhat:

Explainer of the Day: In the early 19th century, French political thinker Alexis de Tocqueville visited America to observe its political system in action.

In the early 21st century, French journalism student Lorena Galliot visited Williamsburg, Brooklyn to observe … its hipsters.

The Hipster Hunt” chronicles her attempts to pin down the elusive definition of “hipster,” much to the chagrin of the actual hipsters she’s interviewing.

[kottke.]

Consider and enjoy.

(Source: thedailywhat)

Not-Quite-Hipsters: A Series

Stephen Colbert, despite looking like a 1950s dad, has a bit of hipster cred. He had aging hipster alum Elvis Costello on his Grammy winning Christmas album, for one.

In his press room Q&A for this album he says, “I really like this band— they’re not together anymore— Neutral Milk Hotel?”

That’s more or less saying “you’ve probably never heard of them.” Well done, Mr. Colbert; good job surrounding yourself with the hipster alum of this blog.

Neko Case, aging hipster

Neko Case, aging hipster

Fred Armisen, aging hipster alum with not-quite-aged hipster (37) and fellow Portlandia star, Carrie Brownstein.

Fred Armisen, aging hipster alum with not-quite-aged hipster (37) and fellow Portlandia star, Carrie Brownstein.

Brian Selznick: aging hipster

Brian Selznick: aging hipster

Ira Glass, Owen Wilson, Rob Thomas team for 'This American Life'-inspired HBO show | Zap2it

I’d totally watch this.

(Source: popculturebrain)

You know, we get on John Flansburgh of They Might Be Giants a lot for embodying the Aging Hipster look and lifestyle. But even though he pales in comparison to Flans, John Linnell is not unhip himself.
The fact that he’s a smart, introverted writer of music with oblique, witty, and ironic lyrics provides the necessary framework for his inclusion here. But check out these other traits:
He likes bands you haven’t heard of. I mean, have you heard of Les Chauds Lapins or The Harmonicats?
He collects encyclopedias
He owns multiple cameras that are older than he is.
And blogs about them
He plays the accordion, stylophone, kaoss pas, marxophone, etc
Inexplicable love of taxidermy
He has a paining of Ronald Regan in a kimono in his apartment
he doesn’t always wear glasses, but when he does, they’re totally stylin’ (see above)
You could argue he’s more of a nerd, but eh. His tastes are both fantastic and unusual, and for that, we owe him a salute. Mr. Linnell, welcome to FYAH!

You know, we get on John Flansburgh of They Might Be Giants a lot for embodying the Aging Hipster look and lifestyle. But even though he pales in comparison to Flans, John Linnell is not unhip himself.

The fact that he’s a smart, introverted writer of music with oblique, witty, and ironic lyrics provides the necessary framework for his inclusion here. But check out these other traits:

  • He likes bands you haven’t heard of. I mean, have you heard of Les Chauds Lapins or The Harmonicats?
  • He collects encyclopedias
  • He owns multiple cameras that are older than he is.
  • And blogs about them
  • He plays the accordion, stylophone, kaoss pas, marxophone, etc
  • Inexplicable love of taxidermy
  • He has a paining of Ronald Regan in a kimono in his apartment
  • he doesn’t always wear glasses, but when he does, they’re totally stylin’ (see above)

You could argue he’s more of a nerd, but eh. His tastes are both fantastic and unusual, and for that, we owe him a salute. Mr. Linnell, welcome to FYAH!