Colliers Wood High Street was a world set in and around itself. Considering the slow approach of hipster culture towards all and any London-based aspect of Tube-located towns, it seemed as though the light of potential was set to descend. Colliers Wood, and its neighbours surrounding it (South Wimbledon, Morden, Tooting) inhabited a non-interest locale set when viewed through the lens of the fashionista. What good would it do, to even approach these areas? Why would anyone approach the end of the Northern Line, once Leicester Square had been dealt with? For in this day and age, the need for the now was all-pervading. When it came to high matters such as creation (such as a ‘zine, a blog, an article, a column, or a t-shirt) location was all-important. For the hipster, credible evidence was required in order to invest time and space towards any given locale.
For you see, the hipster knew what was really going on. He or she (usually he) was turned on, tuned in, and dropped out - but dropped out into a new paradigm, one which superseded the antiquated presumptions of the old. Let’s start with the obvious - the hipster wore a beard. Why did the hipster feel the need to emblazon their jaw and/or chin with an over-abundance of facial hair? Because it went against the grain. The hipster’s beard represented a protest against the demands of the everyday and humdrum workforce - the type that pervaded throughout the youth of the hipster’s parents, the type that required old notions of geniality and fastidiousness, now outweighed in favour of spontaneity and creativity (made manifest in the form of a beard, obviously).
The beard represented a return to old values, long forgotten, such as those espoused by Thoreau in his book Walden, and more recently superseded by the activities of Christopher McCandless, whose sojourn to Alaska apparently represented the apex of modern youth’s striving towards something more interesting than the banalities put forth by modern media.
Modern media - the enemy and friend of the 18-30s living in the developed world. Hard to know which it was, especially when most of those seeking to undermine the status quo use the modern media to spread their message, essentially defacing and counteracting whatever credo McLuhan might have espoused, had he bothered to espouse anything which, when looking at most of the available evidence on hand, he did not.
So there we were. Colliers Wood, and all drudgery and fantasy met together and lived out its time in bars.