Deep in the forests of Hiptopia, one brave explorer goes where no man has gone before, photographs what no man has seen, and thrift shops where only vintage dwells. These are the continuing adventures of Dr. Josie, a woman amongst hipsters in the mist. This is where the story begins.
January 24th
4:26 PM
This is what happens when we let Hipthropologists design clothing. Shit gets really weird really fast. But hey, you can’t say this outfit is without practicality! Those ear flaps won’t increase your hearing, keep your ears warm, or even work as wings should you fall from a cliff whilst hiking in search of the Lost Tomb of the Wandering Minstrel, but they will allow you to blend in with packs of wild deer! And that extraneous pad of wool on the belt? Don’t tell me that’s not useful. If your hands are full and you need to, say, close a door or knock some son of a bitch off-balance using only your hip, you’ll be glad to have that extra bit of sheep-padding upon your lithe frame.
See? Hipsters are nothing if not logical.

This is what happens when we let Hipthropologists design clothing. Shit gets really weird really fast. But hey, you can’t say this outfit is without practicality! Those ear flaps won’t increase your hearing, keep your ears warm, or even work as wings should you fall from a cliff whilst hiking in search of the Lost Tomb of the Wandering Minstrel, but they will allow you to blend in with packs of wild deer! And that extraneous pad of wool on the belt? Don’t tell me that’s not useful. If your hands are full and you need to, say, close a door or knock some son of a bitch off-balance using only your hip, you’ll be glad to have that extra bit of sheep-padding upon your lithe frame.

See? Hipsters are nothing if not logical.