I’m not a hipster
But you might be.

I was in Brooklyn, New York, for a brief visit a few weeks back. And who should walk right in front of our car but two oh-so-stylish hipsters. In fact, they didn’t just walk. They stopped still long enough for me to take numerous photos, and then one even lit up a cigarette, completing the look.

Granted, they didn’t know they were posing since they didn’t bother to look at the car in front of them. But since I didn’t have to move to take the pics, I’m pretty sure that doesn’t make me a stalker.