Put this one in the "Why Didn't I Think of That" file. I just discovered this genius blog the other day that aptly calls Dwell magazine onto the carpet (FLOR, no doubt) for their penchant for showing sour, dour, scowling thirty something hipsters sullenly moping around their multimillion dollar modernist homes. Even the children and pets look aloof and jaded. Well-designed modern environments bring me great joy, so I don't know what's wrong with these people. Turn those frowns upside down already. Here are some highlights from Unhappy Hipsters:
Still recovering from broken trust, neither wanted to be the first to try the eggs.
Even in your company, I feel so alone.
Eames, Aalto — her most significant relationships were with dead designers.
He tried to focus on the novel, and not how much his bedroom reminded him of a plywood coffin.
Bwah! This is just what I need. Thanks, Jason!