Today, speaking at our own Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute, Tom Wolfe was asked what aspect of contemporary New York life he’d like to see reported on more often. To which the famed author responded, with total earnestness, “I have never seen a profile of the hipster.”
Seriously, Tom? You’ve never seen a profile of a hipster? Clearly the Man in the White Suit hasn’t met the Gray Lady, having somehow missed the The Times‘s near weekly anthropological fascination with said species (see How I Became a Hipster, Caught in the Hipster Trap, and The Hipster in the Mirror for a quick primer).
Mr. Wolfe, a consummate fashionista himself, then went on to express his fascination with the hipster aesthetic, from their very skinny pants to their incongruous adoption of certain old-fashioned hats. “I’m glad they are coming back,” he said of the fedora. (Come to think of it, Tom Wolfe is kind of a hipster himself. Heck, he might even be the original hipster. Shit. We just blew our own minds.)
Regardless, we’re glad that Tom has expressed interest in covering this pressing issue. In fact, we think it would be a great idea for his next book project, and we can’t wait for the intrepid 82-year old to go all “I am Charlotte Simmons” on Bushwick hipster culture. The Electric Kombucha MDMA Test? Count us in for a pre-order.