The hipster is dead. Its time is over, the term overused, only the mainstream remains. He has grown up. Disguised by age and the realization that horn-rimmed glasses and rolled-up beanies are suitable for the masses after all, they outgrew hipsterism and actually took a job with a regular income. Today, they are still fashion-conscious and wear bomber jackets made of balloon silk, chinos or wide pleated pants with shirts. The Casio has been swapped for a real watch, the shoes are made of leather and the sunglasses at cost too much to be mothballed after one season. Only the Leica, a remnant from earlier years, betrays the post-hipster, while he now uses it to photograph his own children in the playground.