I need to stop expecting supposedly hip neighborhoods to exude their hipster sheen at whatever hour I choose to shoot there. Hip is not a mid-afternoon weekday phenomenon. Or maybe- and this is a distinct possibility- hip stops looking hip the longer you stare at it. Its roots start to show through. One hoodie blends into another. I can no longer recognize cool. Or... oh damn! I liked that outfit. Too late. She's already getting in her car. Should have been paying more attention.
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