After the sad concentric cyclically of counter-culture creates conformist confusion, an embrace of that confusion becomes the only solution, if one is to avoid being un-scene. As the contentious subversion's of Milwaukee's urban youth oozes into a played-out, boring social morass, the scene has finally belched forth THE FASHION.
This culmination is the inevitable product of the scenester's style-in-flux, whose mantra takes the form of this dogmatic claim, "They don't make cliches like the used to."
These dedicated followers of the (anti)hip defy the defiant with a spasm of sarcasm so sincere about its irony, it forces one to question, "have we gone too far?" To which THE FASHION howls back an immediate answer in a scowl that cries, "Yes we have, baby! Now come dance with me on this square's grave."
Arising out of the progressive urban youth's love of oxymoron, paradox, and contradiction, THE FASION seeks to divide the scene into the tragically hip "in-the-knows" and the comically un-hip "don't-get-its."
