The hurling of paint at the Cereal Killer Café was, when everyone had finished either condemning or cheering it, profoundly depressing.
With good reason, no-one likes to be priced out of their town – especially when their replacements are comfortably middle-class, sell cereal and coffee at £4 a pop and indulge in fatuous and expensive pastimes. (With equally good reason, no-one likes seeing their cafe get a guerilla paint job.)
Yet many of those dubbed ‘hipsters’ represent more than anything else the proletarianisation of the middle class, eking out an edgy but ultimately impoverished existence in the creative or cultural sectors, crammed into flats that they are only slightly more able to afford than those who have been displaced. Even the money-making side of the cultural sector is under attack. Continue reading




