Sunday, April 26, 2009

Thom Yorke And His Grrrlfriend?

I found about this site over at Discarded Lies. It's called LookAtThatFuckingHipste.com. It's basically just a bunch of pictures of club kids and dorks who take dorkiness to some level of cool.

I certainly can not make fun of such people, as I, basically, am one of them, except that now I'm in my forties, and I'm forced to look and act pretty normal most of the time.

But, whether I'm a Hollywoodesque Underground-Club-going freak or not, some of these people are just plain fuckin' funny.

Like this photo and it's caption (which is a work of genius, IMO).




“I’m sorry. This is the last time I’ll ask, but…are we a lesbian couple?”

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

So it's like a second rate Vice Magazine Dos and Don'ts?

Epaminondas said...

Another ambiguously gay duo ... why do I find them attractive and what does this mean?



Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey put longer hair on the ....person.. on the right and it's Robert Zimmerman.

Jewel said...

What I notice is how all the nonconformists seem to be conforming to the same nonconforist styles, which would make them not hip at all, but in the words of Kosmo Kramer:
Hipster-Duffusses.

Pastorius said...

Jewel,
And what? Us old farts aren't conformist in our appearence?

It is true that people over 30 are usually more comfortable with themselves and thus less likely to conform in their ideas/behavior. People under 30 are usually pretty uptight, although their uptightness is mitigated by an energy which causes them to let out some of their real feelings in spurts, which is very revealing, and often quite offensive.

I like young people.

These kids remind me of me when I was in my twenties. However, I had very long curly gold-colored hair halfway down my back.

I was, sometimes, prettier than the chicks I dated.

LOL

Pastorius said...

Epa,
In a way, the guy does look like Dylan. However, he very likely does not konw that.

Here's a pic of Thom Yorke (singer of Radiohead), the guy I think he is trying to look like:

http://www.exclaim.ca/images/up-Radiohead_Thom_lrg.jpg

Hence, the title.

WC said...

The death of the American Male led by President pantywaist.

Jewel said...

Au Contraire jaco! When I was a teenager, I was observing the lemminglike behavior of my peers who claimed to thrive in their individuality, only to dress the same, where their hair the same, and do many many things the same. there's conformity, and there's denial of it. Throughout time, there has been a concensus of behavior, dress, and what appears as normal within the framework of one's own culture. That is a given, and I have no problem with it. What I laugh at, is the in your face anti conformist conformity, and even more rigidity of thought among the so called non conformists. They conform within the concensus of their own culture and normality as well. There is really no deviation among the deviants, any more than there is among the staid and stable stolid stitizen.....heh.

Jew-El said...

Goodness my spelling has suffered since I quit being a proofreader. Where oh wear.

Pastorius said...

Funny, I once wrote a song called "There's A Wild Bore In My Living Room (A Conformist Non-Conformist).

Swear to God.

So, I do understand what you mean.

Of course, you were raised by a Jazz musician, so you had your own very different take on life.

Pastorius said...

I love the new moniker. I think it's a keeper.

Jew-El said...

Heh. What's nice about having a homophonic name is that it translates literally;
French: Bijou
Spanish: Jolla
Italian: Gioiella
Portuguese: Joia
Arabic: Jauhara
Hebrew: Adi
Albanian: Xhevahir

Xhevahir said...

I would love to hear that song!

Pastorius said...

Well, I wrote it when I was 17 and in my "Punk" phase, so I'm quite sure it was a piece of shit.

The fact that I can't remember the melody, when I can clearly remember the melody of songs I wrote when I was 12, kind of proves it must have been a piece of crap song.

Once I got into punk, I lost my sense for songwriting and it didn't return until almost five years later.

While I dig Punk, it sure did delude a lot of us into believing that passion (read: yelling at the top of your lungs) could suffice for artistry.