Truth be told, I’m a pretty lousy hipster. I don’t drink, so you’ll never catch me drinking an ironic PBR. All pants are stupid, let alone skinny jeans – the few times I was tempted to try on a pair I wanted to punch myself – and my glasses are much more sassy 1950’s librarian than detached aloof rectangle. I’ve never worn a pork pie hat, I really hate scarves with fringes on them, and my nerd style isn’t a style at all – I really am a nerd. I have an assortment of Lomo cameras but I never use them because I don’t have the patience for film (technology is AWESOME), and right now the biggest pain in my ass (other than my perpetual unemployment) is that I can’t play an old video game because the backwards compatibility needed to play it on my Xbox 360 is broken. I jokingly refer to myself and my friends as hipsters, but the fact is I’m about as much a hipster as I am a yuppie or SAHM or African-American haberdasher.

Since I’ve accepted that I’m not a true hipster, I decided I wanted to do something fun with my Lomo camera gear. At first I thought I would hang them from a mobile in my Lady Cave, but I realized that a) they’re too heavy for the mobile I have and b) I don’t have enough of them to make a decent display. I do have a lot of stuff thought, so I rummaged around in my many Boxes of Fun then spent the evening madly crafting on my floor. The end result was this:

it's art, damnit

dirty diana(s)

crazy compact chrome camera is cool; confusing

It’s a mobile made out of 20% Lomo keychains, my unused set of Holga filters, and embroidery thread.

I may not USE Lomo cameras, but I love how they look. When we were in London, we visited the Lomo shop just off Carnaby Street and drooled appropriately. Part of the reason I don’t Lomo is because I really can’t afford it – so instead of buying a camera or twelve I opted to buy a set of charms. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with them (if I carried every single awesome charm/keychain I own, I’d have to tote a suitcase around), but I love tiny things AND souvenirs so they came home with me and now they’re dangling from my ceiling. Hooray!

Making art is fun (and, according to my therapist, a very good idea so I don’t go crazier).

it was either this or gluing my cameras to the ceiling