Like starlings on a trash-strewn field the hipsters alight together, peck intently for a time, and at some indiscernible signal take wing again at once. If they are the American avant-garde it is true, I think, in only this aspect -- the unending churn of their tastes, this adult faddishness in the adolescent style.
From My Crowd, Harpers, March 2006, by Bill Wasik (the inventor of the Flash Mob)
Hungry Hyaena
Great quote. I added this same excerpt to my journal of snippets when I first read the article. The whole piece was terrific. I've actually been carrying it around in my backpack, bringing it up in drunken dialogue which, I'm pretty sure, qualifies me as one of the starlings. Damn it...