Maybe this is too controversial, maybe this is just a rant and definitely this is my opinion, but Dublin has a serious sartorial issue. We have been invaded by a tribe of trendies, too cool, too ironic and too fashion-forward for the rest of us mere fashionable mortals. This supertribe multiply exponentially in the dead of the night and travel in complementary mis-matched packs. The males can be identified by their ironic, graphic -design tees, plaid shirts, Nike hightop runners (series Z off the B-side, only released on the third full moon of the year) and assortium of rafish hats or trucker caps. The females can often mirror the males with an 80’s twist. Alternatively, they adopt a granny-kitsch eclecticism developed through skillful rifling in Berlin and Brick Lane flea markets. As a whole, they often emanate a fluorescent, neon-tinged glow.

I think the reason ‘Trendies’ annoy me so much is because of the absolute hypocrisy of the whole scene. It is superficially founded on a belief in the cutting edge, the up-to-the-minute, the fashion forward and the aesthetically challenging. And yet it is so tediously, predictably boring. Everyone looks exactly the same. Like a meticulously constructed, random-pattern wallpaper. It is really hard to distinguish any truly original ideas in the melee of sameness. Perhaps there is, and the handful of people who originally embraced the ironic t-shirts (original 90’s Transformers) and the oversized granny jumpers are fuming at the copycats.

Nathan Barley, you have created a Monster.

Nathan Barley, ironic glasses, kooky hat

Nathan Barley, ironic glasses, kooky hat

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