It is no secret that Williamsburg has a reputation for harboring the ubiquitous hipster. Here, there, everywhere. And yes, many look alike and interchangeable, ironic this and that. But scratch a little deeper will you? It's often where fashion is formed, created, motivated and inspired, and yes, copied. Truly. When I first moved to the neighborhood 5 years ago (recognizably not cutting edge but still a little rough around the edges), my first visual assault by a hipster was a dude in a white, all white, track suit and head band riding a tricycle. Ridiculous. The tricycle certainly. But he was ahead of the headband trend. The girls with the headbands last summer, you're welcome. Well maybe not exactly but you get the idea.
