River City Writer

I’ve never really thought of Edmonton as a hipster enclave. Sure, we’ve got kids who wear thrift store cardigans and Buddy Holly glasses when they head out to the indie rock show, but what city doesn’t?

When I think of really hardcore hipsters (if such a thing is possible), I tend to think of places like New York or L.A., Toronto or Vancouver. Those are the cities were you find these fucking hipsters.

Yesterday, though, I encountered the ultimate hipster (female variety). Perhaps she isn’t the world’s ultimate hipster. She is, however, one of the ultimate hipsters in Edmonton.

I was driving at the time, so I wasn’t able to snap a picture. But, let me describe the scene for you.

She was riding down 104 Avenue on her fixed gear bicycle, wearing a miniskirt and ironic cowboy boots. Of course, that’s not enough to make her the ultimate hipster. She also wore a sock monkey toque, a tweed blazer, and (of course) thick-rimmed glasses. She was probably listening to music on her iPod Touch, too.

I wish I had a picture. She was the ultimate hipster.