shakespeare & shoes

nedhepburn:

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

I think I have cracked the Ryan Gosling code.
The line between “hipster” culture and “jock” culture is starting to fade.
Suddenly hipsters are into organized sports and find once indie girls, now “overrated”. Suddenly jocks and business bros are active in Williamsburg on a Saturday night and are into bands like Wild Beasts and Tallest Man on Earth. I was once at a bar in Philly when a Neutral Milk Hotel song came on the speakers and this group of drunk pink polos started grabbing at each other, high fiving each other and generally being obnoxious as they sang along, bud lites in hand and eyes tightly closed.
“This song is the the fucking best, man. I love the album.”
In “hipster” culture, its ironic to wear a baseball cap and drink beer at a sports bar while suddenly being interested in hockey. For jocks its finally cool to admit that there is more to life than the Dallas Cowboys, cars and boobs (but not a whole lot more). Being indie is sexy and main stream now. The 80s are over. The cold business brat is over. Being cool, is uncool.
I personally welcome the change. The sooner “hipster” generation gets over them selves and admits that they never heard of The Shins until they saw Garden State, and jocks can open up and write poetry, the sooner I can come out and say that I read mostly the Post over the Times because it has more pictures in it.
And that’s why Ryan Gosling is so perfect right now. He is the perfect mix between tender heart, silent creative genius and Brooklyn speaking buff jock. He is a hybrid of what everyone wants to be. Take off the glasses and the ukulele and he really is just a very very talented good looking buff Hollywood DUDE. But add the band, the masculine nonchalant necklace and a dog and you’ve got an ARTIST.

Mari cracked the code.

don’t just look at the picture and think something obvious like “marry me” or “yummm.” don’t just look at the picture, think something obvious and reblog with a generic comment like “get in my pants” or “marry me” or “yummm.” do actually read the post above and think about it. i’m not sure i agree with the post above but i did read it. and i like the argument enough that i’ll give it til the morning for my brain to decide

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

I think I have cracked the Ryan Gosling code.

The line between “hipster” culture and “jock” culture is starting to fade.

Suddenly hipsters are into organized sports and find once indie girls, now “overrated”. Suddenly jocks and business bros are active in Williamsburg on a Saturday night and are into bands like Wild Beasts and Tallest Man on Earth. I was once at a bar in Philly when a Neutral Milk Hotel song came on the speakers and this group of drunk pink polos started grabbing at each other, high fiving each other and generally being obnoxious as they sang along, bud lites in hand and eyes tightly closed.

“This song is the the fucking best, man. I love the album.”

In “hipster” culture, its ironic to wear a baseball cap and drink beer at a sports bar while suddenly being interested in hockey. For jocks its finally cool to admit that there is more to life than the Dallas Cowboys, cars and boobs (but not a whole lot more). Being indie is sexy and main stream now. The 80s are over. The cold business brat is over. Being cool, is uncool.

I personally welcome the change. The sooner “hipster” generation gets over them selves and admits that they never heard of The Shins until they saw Garden State, and jocks can open up and write poetry, the sooner I can come out and say that I read mostly the Post over the Times because it has more pictures in it.

And that’s why Ryan Gosling is so perfect right now. He is the perfect mix between tender heart, silent creative genius and Brooklyn speaking buff jock. He is a hybrid of what everyone wants to be. Take off the glasses and the ukulele and he really is just a very very talented good looking buff Hollywood DUDE. But add the band, the masculine nonchalant necklace and a dog and you’ve got an ARTIST.

Mari cracked the code.

don’t just look at the picture and think something obvious like “marry me” or “yummm.” don’t just look at the picture, think something obvious and reblog with a generic comment like “get in my pants” or “marry me” or “yummm.” do actually read the post above and think about it. i’m not sure i agree with the post above but i did read it. and i like the argument enough that i’ll give it til the morning for my brain to decide

(Source: ryangoslingaddicted)

nedhepburn:

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

I think I have cracked the Ryan Gosling code.

The line between “hipster” culture and “jock” culture is starting to fade.

Suddenly hipsters are into organized sports and find once indie girls, now “overrated”. Suddenly jocks and business bros are active in Williamsburg on a Saturday night and are into bands like Wild Beasts and Tallest Man on Earth. I was once at a bar in Philly when a Neutral Milk Hotel song came on the speakers and this group of drunk pink polos started grabbing at each other, high fiving each other and generally being obnoxious as they sang along, bud lites in hand and eyes tightly closed.

“This song is the the fucking best, man. I love the album.”

In “hipster” culture, its ironic to wear a baseball cap and drink beer at a sports bar while suddenly being interested in hockey. For jocks its finally cool to admit that there is more to life than the Dallas Cowboys, cars and boobs (but not a whole lot more). Being indie is sexy and main stream now. The 80s are over. The cold business brat is over. Being cool, is uncool.

I personally welcome the change. The sooner “hipster” generation gets over them selves and admits that they never heard of The Shins until they saw Garden State, and jocks can open up and write poetry, the sooner I can come out and say that I read mostly the Post over the Times because it has more pictures in it.

And that’s why Ryan Gosling is so perfect right now. He is the perfect mix between tender heart, silent creative genius and Brooklyn speaking buff jock. He is a hybrid of what everyone wants to be. Take off the glasses and the ukulele and he really is just a very very talented good looking buff Hollywood DUDE. But add the band, the masculine nonchalant necklace and a dog and you’ve got an ARTIST.

Mari cracked the code.