in line with my last prose on the dressing pressure in Copenhagen (oh, but there is no pressure, it’s all very casual and lalala..), I hereby present to you: the ultimate hipster (yes, I still use that word).
Why the ultimate*?
TMAs
Raybans
A rusty old racer bike
rolled up pants and sleeves
Nike frees
and a loose bagpack
oh yes, and casios.
hola, Isabella
* If he were a real hipster I wouldn’t know half of the brands he is wearing, ’cause they would be all oh so underground and “individual”..
