Men’s lifestyle magazine GQ has declared Austin of the the worst dressed cities in the union, 18th worst to be exact, thanks to the over abundance of hipsters in Austin, like this guy below.
The picture and quote from GQ says it all.
“The place looks like L.A. now,” my old UT roommate grumbled after returning from a recent weekend trip to Austin. While he could have been referring to the newly minted high-rise condos, sushi bars, or deadlock traffic, I’m pretty sure he was talking about that most pernicious of invasive species, the Hipster. Long the domain of slackers, hippies, and blonde coeds—”The weather was too good, the dope was too cheap, and the girls were too pretty,” Steve Earle once said of the Texas capital, “and there was no fucking way I was going to get anything done in a place like that”—Austin has emerged as a mumblecore mecca for coastal hipsters looking to get more bang from their day-job barista buck. Skin-tight black jeans and There Will Be Blood mustaches thrive despite the 100-degree temperatures. As one old-timer put it, “They’re all hat, no cattle.”—Stayton Bonner