The line between that dreaded epithet of "hipster"-dom and individuality is slender these days. Ironic printed tee? Check. Vintage accessories? Check. Slouchy, beaten-up jeans you paid twice as much to have deconstructed for you? Check. Black-rimmed glasses? Check.
In my defense, I had all of these things in my closet before they were cool.
Also, those lenses are prescription. And I can actually name some of those authors on my shirt (and not just Poe, Salinger, and that guy who wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray).