Oct 19, 2007

Berlin is a city consisting of two principal ethnic groups: Turks and hipsters. Now I know we aren’t supposed to talk about hipsters anymore; I’ve been upbraided for it, and told I was relying on “a crutch for uninspired alt-weekly hacks.” But what can I do? They’re here. I didn’t invent them. As Durkheim would have said, they constitute a social fact.

The hipsters congregate in bars without names, whence radiates music that signals either (i) how much better they know America than even Americans know America; or (ii) what a beautiful and respect-worthy place is the third world; or (iii) that we are indeed entering the age of the Man-Machine, as Kraftwerk, Gary Numan, and others anticipated long ago, but it’s not so bad because if you’re young and good-looking you can still get laid.

—Justin E. H. Smith, Freispiel, Berlin [nonpermalink]

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