A elegy to hipsters, complete with obnoxious photography, sort of just picks and chooses various elements of youth culture and NYC hipster party culture and starts dividing them into subspecies. I have read this through three times and still don’t get it. That may be my fault or this may just be total bullshit.

"But all of a sudden, for a brief time at least, she's the only real pop star around."

Post-crash style.

Audio Visual Arts is a gallery in New York. Christian Joy, fashion designer for Yeah Yeah Yeahs and friend of my fashion-designer friend Leah, has a costume installation there. I hope to go there someday.

Stylistic changes in the Obama White House. "I've got to do something about these plates. I'm not really a plates kind of guy."

"Music. Dance. Clock."

They'll be decking out my man Ethan for his October wedding. Rock and roll.

The ultimate in cuteness, now on a tshirt! Napoleon Dynamite?

"The Utilikilt offers the Utility Patented Pleat System #6,282,723 which separates our product from any other Mens Unbifurcated Garment on the market today."

" 24 Different Ways To Lace Shoes."

Make your own Team Zissou shoes. Not a perfect replica, but close enough for, say, a Halloween costume.

"Each one sells for around $10 and features real, live plants that grow in a tiny arboretum until they become too large to be contained, after which they can be transplanted to a larger pot."

Buy these next time I make some tshirts.

"Yes, for the fun of it!"