Hail to the hipster that struts down the Williamsburg streets,
in worn out jeans and acid washed second hand tees.
You can find them in record shops to add their collection,
hitting local shows to pay artists with their affection.
Hail to the beatnik, with their Parisian style.
Topped in leather, dressed in all black,
smoking a cig,drumming on bongos at a cafe in the back.
Hail to the gangsta,
with her hip hop flair,
loose worn jeans,
and fro'd out hair.
She rhymes on the subway,
no matter who stares,
ghetto-fabulous earrings reflecting the glare.
Hail to the glamour girl from the Upper East Side,
parents filled with wealth,
dark family secrets,
covered by stealth.
Covered in Marc jacobs, with his new current style,
hits the sidewalks like a runway, without a hint of a smile.
Hail to the prep, with her face in a book,
thick rimmed glasses to top the look.
Knee socks, suspenders,blazers galore,
textbooks and notebooks cover her floor.
Hail to red carpets , all the stars are out,
top notch designers, names you must shout.
Hollywood is sizzling at tonight's premiere,
paparazzi exonerates their 'worst-dressed' fear.
Hail to the fashionista, whose eclectic chic,
mixes all styles with elegance and grace,
making sure to always be in good taste.
Accessorizing a simple dress to add some pizzazz,
necklace, earrings, bracelets and all that jazz.
Hail to fashion, and all its beauty,
to resemble a time is its civic duty.
From the hipster in Williamsburg to the Hollywood flair,
uptown downtown, what ever is in between there.
So love it, wear it, appreciate from a far,
at an upscale event to a hole-in-the-wall bar.
Fashion reveals who we are, a presence, a stance,
clothing makes a statement,
from the top of our hat to the hem of our pants.
