I was nine years old, happily eating raw yams as a snack when I realized I was a hipster. Since then my hipster tendencies have expanded to a collection of vinyls, a coffee addiction, higher waisted pants, and so much more.
Fast forward to November 2016 where I was sitting in my Publication Design studio class. We had just been tasked with our final: make a book with at least 48 pages. Automatically, I thought “Cookbook…I love cooking!” Soon after that thought passed into the universe, two of my classmates announced they were going to do baking cookbooks. *Sigh*
The next thought was a book of my terrible drawings. Yes, terrible drawings. By no means am I an artist, but I just wanted to make a silly book. However, the idea of making 48 random drawings with no direction seemed daunting and pointless. *Another Sigh*
Around hour three of studio, inspiration slapped me awake with with Hipsters Having a Bad Day (HHABD). I cannot tell you exactly where the idea of came from. What I can tell you is that I have been identified as a hipster by other current hipsters (Which isn’t that hard when you are a teenager in Idaho. All you have to do is not wear camo and be liberal). It makes sense that I was called a Hipster. I am one, my brother is one, my parent’s children are them. I lived in Seattle for six years before moving to Idaho and I travelled the world since I was young, with my family *pauses to acknowledge privilege* seeing styles that hipsters adapted as theirs.
While creating Hipsters, I was in the midst of my first depressive episode. I told myself I had no reason to be depressed and to snap out of it, but I could not fend off this perpetual state of blue. I specifically remember one late fall day. That day, all I did was lay on the couch and text my friend “What does depression feel like?” Then the strangest thing happened while creating Hipsters, I learned to just feel the emotions I was feeling. I learned that it was okay to have a bad day. I even wrote a little poem to go at the back of the book.
If you are feeling sad, that’s not so bad.
Not everyday is good, not everyday should.
So, draw yourself a warm bath, have yourself a laugh.
Remember that tomorrow is new, and you are you.
These goofy drawings helped me come to terms with how I was shutting down any emotion besides happiness, which in the end, caused me to not experience happiness. When I came home from school that semester, I told my mom about it, I let it all out, and it felt so good.
When HHABD was done, it was met with laughter and encouragement. For Christmas I gave copies to each of my friends and they were so damn happy to get them. My mom encouraged me to pursue publishing HHABD, but I blew it off because I had marathon drew 26 Hipsters over while battling a hefty Thanksgiving food coma.
But, two weeks before Christmas, I was holding a book THAT I FREAKING MADE.
Fast forward to April 2017 and I’m putting together my senior graphic design portfolio. I realized Hipsters Having A Bad Day was my first original thought. It was so unique and there was NOTHING like it out there. I, Anna Pierce, had achieved the ultimate hipster dream: To make something before it was cool. During the year and a half Hipsters has existed, it brought dozens of smiles and enough laughs to shake a stick at. That’s when I seriously started to consider publishing it.
I loved the process of ideating what made a hipster’s day bad, creating these goofy characters, using hipster talk, and showing my friends. Now that I’ve been running a social media account, laying out the book, and creating new a few hipsters each week, this process has only become more fine-tuned. I want to publish this book because I want to make people laugh, poke a little fun at hipster culture, and walk into a random coffee shop where the baristas labor over making free-trade chai, from scratch, and see my book on a table.