Hipster night out

Pictures of my Thursday night out with my friend. Completely hipster-mode, but nice as you wouldn't believe!
We went to ser The Artist which I can heartedly recommend anyone who wants to see a Hollywoodish movie with a little twist.
The story is simple and you kind of know what'll happen and such, but still it's an amazing movie. The daring part of it being a silent b/w movie is just wonderful. It works so damn well in my opinion. And then I have a little yay on the faces they make! Everything so very pronounced so we know :) I rather liked it!

Now I just need to figure out where to put the poster of it.

Café

I felt like going inside one of the many shiny bars/cafés I went by as I walked around the city trying to stay warm. Their welcoming lights and seducing atmosphere filled the streets as I walked past.
I guess I felt like being hipster.
After spending some time trying to book cinema tickets for a french b/w film (I really couldn't figure out the stairs and doors) I wondered how it would be to just go buy a ticket to some independent film and sit alone in the dark and let myself merge with the screen an be one with the actors.
Makes me wonder.

Coffee's gonna keep me going

Loooong day ahead. Just finished work #1. Coming up next work, then a job interview and last, but deffinetely not least, volounteer work at the cafe.
Right now I have about an hour to just sit back, relax and enjoy my already finished cup of coffee.

Can't help but feel a little hipster as I sit at the coffee shop, blogging and being the odd one out.

Yesterday I was at the cafe too. Covering for a friend. Then I had to run this errand just before the shops closed. Some kind of eco flour. They. Just. Didn't. Have. It. ANYWHERE......
I ran all the way across the city in hope the next health store would have it, but no.. And since I thought it was just around the corner I hadn't worn my jacket.
There I was, running the streets like a loon in my waitress uniform. A sight for sore eyes indeed.

I felt the cold on the way back. Beaten, slightly panting and flourless.