Many intellectual/anarchist/musician/scientist/poet types claim Front Street is the best bar in town.
People say Front Street is a hipster bar. As far as I can tell I haven’t seen any hipsters, only bearded
outdoorsy types in flannel and thick black-rimmed glasses. I think of that more as a mountain man with
poor vision than a hipster. Maybe, though, it’s been awhile since I’ve spied a real hipster. Maybe hipsters in cold western
towns are different from hipsters in silky hot Austin.
This is a place where dressing up for going out on the town
means putting on your best pair of Carhartts.
Sometimes overalls, or, as Wyomingites and some Coloradoans tend to call
them, bibs. Carhartts lined with flannel appear to inspire great envy among the locals. Though I'd like to avoid environmental determinism, this envy may be due to the ubiquitous wind that comes slamming horizontally over the train tracks and through paper-thin skinny jeans. As such, the hipsters of Laramie have pragmatically ditched skinny jeans and creative, ironically vintage facial-hair sculpting for flannel-lined Carhartts, leather hiking boots, and full, take-no-prisoners beards.
Carhartts are best worn with a thick plaid flannel button-up. Flannel is Laramie’s silk: graceful, in high
demand, simultaneously sexy and professional.
This appears, for the most part, to apply equally to women and men,
although some women prefer jeans in a light wash with gleaming silver sequins
or glued-on crystals, and contrasting stitching. Perhaps in black light situations this makes
it easier to determine gender.
This anthropologist is a Laramie fashion outcast in unlined Arborwears.
