It wouldn’t be the first time someone compared the fashion world to a jungle but Fashimals takes it to a new level. They make hilarious illustrations of fashion celebs using look-alike animals with distinctive accessories so you know you’re looking at Terry Richardson when you spot the pleated jacket and the signature glasses on his lemur impersonation.

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Love him or hate him, photographer Terry Richardson has an impressive record. He’s snapped just about everyone, including Lady Gaga, Barack Obama, and Kate Moss. His most recent move is a collaboration with eyewear brand Moscot to create the ‘Terry’, a reproduction of his trademark specs. They’re available now in black or grey through the Moscot website. Flannel shirt not included.

Sometimes composed, sometimes candid, Dido Fontana’s flash-heavy photographs seem on the surface to be a pastiche of the quasi-naturalistic style many photographers seem to be working in these days, but the humorous, gritty, and surreal way in which she portrays her subtly deviant subjects has more in common with John Waters’ celebration of trash than Dash Snow’s and Terry Richardson’s smarmy, self-congratulatory hipsterdom.

Our friends over at Vice have just released a gigantopotamus [their words] of photographic gems [our words], featuring 240 glossy pictures of people by the likes of Harry Benson, Ryan McGinley, Jamie Lee Curtis Taete, Terry Richardson, ex-Warhol’s Factory guy Stephen Shore, Richard Kern, and a Japanese guy who likes to dress up as famous non-Japanese people. Yes, some people have all the fun. Oh and there are two highly collectible covers for you to track down too. Bingo.

Lin Zhipeng’s flash-heavy snapshot photos have a Terry Richardson vibe about them, but without the smarminess. Instead, Lin documents a playfulness with which young Chinese people are approaching newfound freedoms in their society.

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From the various responses I got from my previous post about hipster hate being misguided, most people defined a hipster as people who are very young (let’s say below 25), live off of their parents, and don’t contribute to the scene they glom onto. The problem I have with this is that in my personal experience, this is not how most people define hipsters.

Vice Magazine is usually derided as being a magazine made for and by obnoxious, overly irreverent hipsters, yet one cannot deny that they embody a certain scene altogether, and indeed contribute to the contemporary cultural landscape via their record label, their promotion of certain artists, and their video blogs covering everything from the Beijing rock scene and heavy metal in Iraq to sex tourism in Japan and the gigantic island of discarded plastic floating in the Pacific.

Indeed, Vice darlings Terry Richardson and the recently deceased Dash Snow are seen as the epitome of hipsterdom, yet Richardson is well into his 40s and both he and Snow are/were prolific photographers that most certainly were capable of paying their own rents in addition to supporting their massive drug habits. Many of the prolific artists in Baltimore, where I am, would be described as hipsters, regardless of how well they support themselves or the earnestness of their art, merely because they have mullets and child-molester glasses.

Still others who responded to my post suggested that irony was integral to the definition of a hipster, yet hip-hop kids today wear non-prescription nerd glasses, punks in the 70s wore torn school uniforms and swastikas, and peace-loving hippies before them wore army jackets, all as a sort of ironic inversion of what those cultural signifiers originally meant. When Kurt Cobain began the song Territorial Pissings with a line from The Youngbloods’ Get Together, he did it sarcastically.

A tattoo of Elmo may be retarded and intended as ironic, but had Sid Vicious grown up with Sesame Street, he too may well have gotten a similar image etched into his skin. That today’s 20- and 30-somethings have grown up more saturated with self-referential pop culture than any generation before is not their fault, and the sentiment behind a silly mustache may not be too far off from David Bowie wearing women’s boots, even if it is less classy.

Finally, I should qualify what I meant when I said that hatred towards hipsters was dangerously close to hatred towards immigrants – I didn’t mean to equate the two in terms of racial bigotry, but in both cases, people draw a line between who they consider insiders and who they consider outsiders. This line depends on a lot of stereotypes, generalizations, and assumptions that while not as virulent as ethnic hatred, are still on the same spectrum of reactionary prejudice.

How old must Kermit be now? Not to old to collaborate with skater-friendly retailer Supreme and photographer Terry Richardson. Kermit, who usually wears nothing, has been hooked up with some new threads to advertise the brand. It seems Kermit and Terry are the perfect work partners: they’ve even released a video clip documenting the shoot.