Love reading some of these messages. I confess I must fall squarely into the category of hipster (albeit ageing, unfortunately )described above. ATM'd my way to a rolleiflex? Check. Twice! Tight jeans? They're almost jeggings, check. Beard? Every other week or so, which makes it worse, double check. Live in Manhattan? Yup. And I'm a lawyer. Man. But despite all of that, I've been shooting film for 15 years, 2nd great love after my wife. Love my rolleis, and not only because the girls seem to love them. But you wouldn't have a clue why I photograph, or whether my photos are any good, just by looking at me or reviewing my demographic stats. You wouldn't have any basis for passing judgment on me or my motivations. I think the same goes for all the hipsters we like to make fun of. We don't really know them, and how they dress shouldn't make a difference, much less provide a basis for inferring their motivations or "worth". There is a hipster in everyone of us - embrace him (or her).
