"At one of the city's most New Yorkian bars, in the Ace Hotel, amid the ranks of identically plaid-shirted and black-framed hipsters, one might glimpse a fully gothed-out, red-headed woman, resplendent in a purple velvet cape and vintage Victorian dress, sitting alone eating French fries—the incongruous, the absurd—is Portland's normal."I'm quite sure the writer was attempting to insult Portlanders, but the loveliest bit about this piece of news is that I can't imagine anyone getting worked up about it. Portland is glad to have its own incongruous, absurd style, and I can't imagine its residents ever wanting to be compared to Paris or Rome. The only people who wear high heels and miniskirts, or other "fashionable" clothing, are women in their late teens or early 20s...and I imagine they feel a bit out of place at times. Take a look.
|Portland Farmers Market|
|Hoodies are Portland's most frequent sighting|
|An urban gathering|
|Hipsters in Pioneer Square|
|A Portland wedding|
Portland loves to be weird--it's a compliment! Keep it coming, GQ.