Best of the Best

Much like hot lovin' and Roadhouse fight sequences, there's no such thing as too much Thrillist. So here's some more, rounded up from across our vast Network of awesomeness.

Emailed to New York: Look At This F*cking Hipster This NY-centric blog presents shots of hipsters looking hilariously like themselves, from a skinny-panted dude in a leopard print fur coat ("It's actually really hard to be a pimp when all your bitches have trust funds"), to some bearded dude riding a coin-op Harley, captioned by "Coin-operated rides were never this much fun when I was a kid. Of course, as a kid, I didn't know what buttplugs were" -- so really, aren't we all hipsters? Growl at all their contrived vanity here

Emailed to New York: Vael Project From a globetrotting couch-crasher, Vael's a startlingly diverse footwear line that pays lip service to hardcore activities, an ethos summed up by the question "Can I have a pair of shoes that can...hike in Hokkaido, and then look good at a dinner in Tokyo?" (answer: what's for dinner?). Pull the veil up on Vael

Emailed to Chicago:100 Ways To Kill A Peep From the dark heart of the Midwest, this blog documents hysterically creative photographs depicting brutal slayings of the unnaturally colored marshmallow chicks that never fail to bloat Easter stomachs with sugary loathing. Behold the carnage

Emailed to Los Angeles:Ludwig Formerly available online only through multi-designer storefronts, LA's Ludwig, after much consternation, finally launched their very own online shop today, peddling their spring line of stylish, curiously composer-inspired streetwear in their own sweet e-pad, gloriously free of the clutter of competitors' hoodies/spilled bongwater. See the wise-ass/classical music marriage

Emailed to Nation: La Merde From the Portland, OR crew behind the amusing graphic tee line No Star, Merde applies traditional suiting materials to contemporary jacket styles, a high/low fusion also evident in their name, chosen cause they "wanted something that sounded fancy, but isn't"...no merde. Step right into the merde