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
5:16 PM
Some say that when a high-ranking Hipster swears to honor and obey the Code of the Sacred Walnut’s Court, he then must forever hide his face beneath a hoodie, his pale skin destined to never again feel the warmth of the sun. To a Hipster, no honor could be greater, for in the act of hiding his visage, he becomes as obscure as humanly possible, and is thus forever freed from the mainstream concept of “identity.”
He is no one.
He is everyone.
He is Hipster.

Some say that when a high-ranking Hipster swears to honor and obey the Code of the Sacred Walnut’s Court, he then must forever hide his face beneath a hoodie, his pale skin destined to never again feel the warmth of the sun. To a Hipster, no honor could be greater, for in the act of hiding his visage, he becomes as obscure as humanly possible, and is thus forever freed from the mainstream concept of “identity.”

He is no one.

He is everyone.

He is Hipster.