Again, just when I thought the decadence and annoyingly silly hipsters vanished into the thin, cold air…Vice unleashes a new line up of holiday parties. God bless them. Bad economic climate (read: recession) hardly bothers these trustafaris.  The New York Post lays it out: One Christmas party wasn’t good enough for Vice — the hipster media empire decided to hold three separate holiday bashes last week. On Tuesday, employees were treated to a performance by indie group Cold Cave at the Music Wall of Williamsburg. The next night, staffers gathered for movie screenings at PS122. Finally, on Thursday, the magazine hosted a dinner party of ribs, pork belly and bourbon at Fette Sau in Brooklyn.

Kitty Bawler feels alive again. Trust me, I would rather follow this gang I watched like a hawk then spend time looking at the uber-pretentious Purple Diary. (I touched on this earlier here explaining my type of affected is Black Box Recorder. In fact, a new column will now compare THINGS I WOULD RATHER READ/WATCH/PARTICIPATE over the highly rancid and pretentious Purple D; a man’s own homage to himself (and his aviators).  Sorry, bru, I’m all for photography and artful settings but you just want to sucker punch all the little hipsters and I won’t let that happen.  Listen Purple Diary, I was at the Fontainebleau and saw the Dash Snow Funeral procession myself; it was the bearded guys and stubbly-facial haired guys with vintage t-shirt and the skinny little wafer crackers with feathered bangs who support their men.

Tasteful pornography or cartoons of characters entitled “Shopping with She-Moose”…it’s all vividly clear. Vice helped create Dash Snow and P.D. just took pictures of him…signing things.

(Fette Sau image via Paper Magazine)


Kitty Bawler has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown crowd.  She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.