A well-established, low-key elite of ironic fashionistas will always enjoy their place at the top of the fashion game; people so brave, so unafraid of irony, synthetic fibres, un-flattering fits and in many cases, even personal hygiene for the sake of capturing that edge. It's the real hipsters. The original, daring, shocking, the hideous, the downright bad asses: British pensioners.
If you have to use the increasingly tired word 'hipster', of course, you're not truly hipster. Similarly, if you refer to yourself or something as 'posh', you are possibly a kind of Kerry Katona-type eating Iceland party food on a drug comedown.