yeah man. totally.
every morning I wake up, reeking of stale PBR and pipe tobacco.
I take the time to make sure my hipster-stache is properly trimmed, and that my hair is adequately tousled.
I don my 300$ tight designer jeans (nudie, if you were wondering) and some beat-ass white vans (need that contrast). I throw my macbook into my messenger bag after eating an organically local-grown breakfast (bought at the farmer's market), grab my fixed gear bike, and leave the 350k$ condo my parents bought me. I ride my fixed gear with reckless abandon, through the rough and winding streets of Halifax, stopping for an americano (not just drip coffee) at the local fair-trade coffee shop. I reach my destination, dalhousie school of architecture, pull the kryptonite lock out of my back pocket, wipe the sweat from my stash, lock up and roll on in. It's way more alt. that all those poor suckers going to regular art school too.
but seriously, take that with grain of salt...