Meet Kari Ferrell. A hipster grifter who conned her way all over the Williamsburg, even landing a job at Vice magazine, before someone Googled her and realized she was a wanted woman in Utah, for 60K in bad checks.
[Peggy's note: Despite my short attention span, I've read every single blog post that I've come across about The Hipster Grifter today, it's THAT intriguing. Especially the part about the foiled road trip to Pitchfork Fest, LOL. On Jezebel, it devolved into a discussion about white indie boys and their yellow fever, although in my personal observations, it seems to be more the other way around.]