Todays client was a hipster. Not what I expected. Hiring me seems to go against everything hipsters stand for. But what do hipsters stand for? Maybe it's too obscure for any of us regular folk to know. I'm sorry, I'll take my judgie pants off. But really? I asked him how old he was. I couldn't help it. He's like me, where one minute he could look 20, and the next he could look 30. After a bit of prodding and teasing he told me that he was thirty, and I confessed my real age too. Then I thought, how old is too old to be a hipster? Shouldn't he just grow up already? Does growing up mean losing your identity and fitting into this conformist box? I don't know.
A little while ago I created a timeline of my life to keep track of all the major events in my life. This job, Mexico, Burning Man all made the list. In 2011 I also put that I grew up. It was a sad thing to write down, but I think it's finally happened. In taking this job I feel that I have finally taken control of my life. After my birthday last year, I went through a personal crisis that lasted about six months. I questioned every aspect of my life. Are my friends people I respect and admire? Do I actually like them? Or are they just people I'm using to fill my time? Does my job make me happy? Can I see any future in it? Am I making a difference? Am I providing any good in my life? Am I wasting my time? These thoughts were nagging in my head constantly. Finally I quit my desk job and took the leap of faith into the oldest profession. I lost a lot of friends, some I'm sad about, most were good decisions. It was a painful and incredible change that occurred in my life.
I look at todays client through the same lenses that look at my own life, and maybe he's doing the best he can. Maybe being a hipster is what he stands for. I mean, who am I to talk, I'm just a whore.
On a different note, this guy, lets just call him Clarke, (cause he was nerdy like Clark Kent, and hot like Superman) had a lot of original art pieces in his house. This one piece caught my eye as soon as I walked in. It was in a black frame on a yellowed matte, and the medium was pencil led. It'd looked like led shavings had been swirlled around and rubbed on then the phrase "I LIKE THINGS" was cut out of the paper with an exacto knife. I loved this piece. It was so childish, with the medium, and the way it was cut, and even the choice of words, but so adult with the starkness of colour. I think it really spoke to the mentality of our culture, myself included. We like to collect shit, and show it off like kids after Christmas time. I offered to do a trade for it but he declined. Probably for the best. I loved it, but I have no idea where I'd hang it.
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