Adam and Peter are at MisShapes.

Every saturday, the young fashionable (hip) masses of New York and its surrounding area descend upon Don Hill's for MisShapes. MisShapes is a party organized by a group of three people who also, consequently, call themselves MisShapes. Though these people are largely ridiculed by the local media, they do succeed in drawing a massive and hedonistic crowd. Hipsters, as they are called, proved excellent subject matter for the photography of Peter Le, as they were more than willing to pose for our cameras. Scroll down for picks and thoughts.

Peter and I decided to wax the same look, and strike a pose that looks less like Adam and Peter, and more like the Strokes. This, we are told, is how it is done at these kinds of functions.

Whence observing the subcultural constituents, a clear paradox emerges. As Bill Wasik notes in the latest issue of Harpers: "The Hipsters make no pretense to divisions on principle, to forming intellectual and artistic camps; at any given moment it is the same books, clothes, records and films that are judged au courant by all, leading to the curious spectacle of an 'alternative culture' more unanimous than the mainstream that it ostensibly opposes." Regardless of adult judgements, Peter and I think these guys look pretty cool.

How are we to interpret this guy? He walked up to Peter and began writing something down in a journal, muttering in a style similar to Jonny Depp's portrayal of Hunter S Thompson. We are not sure what the purpose of this journal was, or just how this man wanted to be percieved, but his eye makeup made him look pretty sketchy.

Part of the aesthetic of current hipster culture is based upon the styles and attitudes of New York in the early 80's. Here is Peter and what might be the lead singer from the Cure.

I am not sure what constitutes 'capacity'at Don Hill's, but I am sure it was exceeded on Saturday.

Drugs and alcohol are inevitable components of every good subculture. In following the 80's aesthetic, cocaine seems to be quite popular. This girl looks like she could use some.

It is amazing how reality can be transformed by the presence of a camera. Peter found that due to the proliferation of party-photo websites (such as lastnightsparty and the cobrasnake) people were very receptive to having their picture taken. Critics call this phenomenon the innate desire for 'micro-celebrity.'

Submerged in the crowd, anonymous: Peter is having a great time.

Thank you kind people! We hope to see you again soon! Keep smiling!

Adam and Peter are in Chinatown.

Yes, we know: Chinatown hardly compares to the other exotic NYC locales explored on our site. Suffice it to say, Peter and I were less than motivated on this sleepy Saturday. This is not our REAL post for the weekend: it is merely a teaser. We went to take some pictures in Chinatown only to whet the appetites of our avid readers for what promises to be amongst the best posts ever. Tonight, Adam and Peter are going to MisShapes. Until tomorow, enjoy the Chinatown pics, as we enjoyed Chinatown!

New York's oldest Chinatown (there are 3 in total) is centered around Canal street. It is the largest Chinatown in North America, and home to many interesting back-alleys such as this one (underneath the Manhattan Bridge).

People often visit Chinatown for the shopping. One can buy almost anything in Chinatown, including knock off designer bags, and weird little emporer dudes like this guy.

Chinese cuisine is practically its own food group in New York City. Peter likes General Tso's Chicken, whereas I am more of a Lo Mein man. As one would suspect, there are many Chinese restaurants in Chinatown.

Asian immigrants often find themselves with poor job prospects upon their arrival in North America. Here is Peter eyeing up what looks to be a pretty good deal.

Apparently, Chinese kids like to play just as much as kids from the other major ethnic group. This didn't surprise Peter. Here I am posing in a darling little playground near The Five Points (see Gangs of New York).

In his famous work "The Metropolis and Mental Life" sociologist Georg Simmel suggests that upon migration to the city, people become more and more used to an overstimulation of the senses, and adopt a greater passivity to said stimuli. This urban phenomenon manifests itself in the personality through the adoption of a blaze attitude.

Bye Bye Chinatown... Peter and I must prepare for our night out...

Adam and Peter are on Coney Island.

Peter and Adam, up to their usual tricks, decided to head out to Coney on what proved to be a clear and cold day. To anyone who has never been: Coney Island is unlike any other place on God's green earth. The area was once a popular tourist draw, complete with amusement park rides and a beautiful beach. Following World War Two, Coney's popularity tapered off leaving the eery Carnival topography behind. Whats more? The Russians moved in! Today's activities included parcour on the beach, famous hot dogs, and a sojourn into the Russophonic neighborhood of Brighton Beach.

And... Action! Peter leaps over my head.

The Celsius scale is the most widely used temperature measurement in the world. It has been adopted by nearly every country save for the United States and Jamaica. Peter and I are Canadian, and today it was approximately -5 degrees celsius. For you Jamaicans and Americans, that means roughly 20 degrees.

If you stick to an exclusivist definition of "island" it will be hard to make a case for Coney's islandness. God had intended that Coney would be an island, but man had other plans and filled in the canal that separated Coney from Brooklyn prior to World War Two. Now it is a peninsula. Sort of.

Parcour is a new extreme sport that is sweeping across Europe. It involves no gadgets, contraptions or anything that needs to be purchased. Except for shoes — which most people have anyways.

If you are prone to reading this blog, you have undoubtedly noticed Peter's propensity to point at things. This time, I got in on the act.

I am not sure if climbing up a pole and spreading your arms is an act of parcour, but Peter did it anyways.

Brighton Beach is a neighborhood Northeast of Coney known primarily for its Russian flavor.

The neighborhood has a very strong Russian Jewish presence. It is said that Russian jews are more like Russians than they are like other Jews (as a result of the shared experience of communism).

Parents usually tell their children that they can do anything if they put their mind to it. The only word I can read on this door is "caution." There are a lot of other things, but they are mainly written in Russian. I can't read Russian, and will probably never learn how to because my mind is otherwise preoccupied.

This man is making one of the most important decisions of his life. Will she say yes? We can only speculate.

Brighton drive, the main commercial hub of the community, is parked underneath the D and Q lines of the MTA subway service. Light is sparse, as is evident in this picture of Peter happily poking around.

In the 1970's and 80's, crime was a major problem in the Brighton Beach area. Russian immigrants with nowhere else to go proved very adept at crime fighting, as peace and justice was restored through civilian strength.

When most people think of Russian fashion, something like this guy comes to mind. Fur coats and those hat things are numerous on Brighton ave.

Coney Island is home to what can only be described as the world cup of hot dog eating. This massive sign charmingly counts down the days to the next contest (on July 4th).

Nathan's: the sponsor of the great event, boasts of having some of the best hot dogs in the world. A mutual friend of Peter and I (named Matt) claimed that Nathan's made the best burger in New York City.

Japanese people make the best hot-dog eaters, as is evident from the outcomes of Nathan's contest over the past seven years. Since 1997, all but one winner of the annual eating contest has been Japanese. Scientists have offered no explanation of the correlation between hot dog consumption and Ethnicity.

Thanks to the lovely people off of the Last Exit to Brooklyn, Peter and I had a marvelous day. Gotta run! See you in the summer!

Adam and Peter are in the Bronx

A cold, cold Saturday in New York City saw Peter and I heading North of Manhattan to the lesser known borough of the Bronx. Though we had intended on seeing the entirety of the area, we quickly became enraptured with the lovely little (and Big) furballs that dwell in the Bronx Zoo. What was supposed to be a breezy walk through the Zoo became a four hour animal extravaganza! Highlights of the day included some big brown bears, a real life tiger (!!!), and a good bowl of pea soup.

With approximately 15,000 residential units, The Bronx's "co-op city" is one of the largest public housing projects in the USA.

The Bronx Zoo first opened its doors in 1899, with a simple mission statement: to advance the study of zoology, protect wildlife, and educate the public. Peter thinks that they are doing a pretty good job.

Our first brush with real wildlife in The Bronx: Peter can barely contain his excitement about this beautiful specimen.

We were not quite sure what kind of animal this was. We were, however, certain of one thing: it was the cutest little thing we had ever seen. I could barely hold back the urge to jump in his cage and cuddle the crap out of him. Peter thought it looked Chinese. Perhaps.

Jungle World, a building within the zoo, effectively simulates the feeling of being amongst the animals in their natural surroundings. You would never know by the look of this picture that it was snowing.

This is a picture taken of a picture on Tiger Mountain. The majesty and power of these beautiful animals defies any description. There is simply nothing like seeing a tiger.

This is Taurus, presumably named after his astrological sign. Taurus' people (or tigers) need our help: tigers everywhere are becoming increasingly endangered as a result of poaching and natural resource development. One look at Taurus in the flesh, and this may very well become your primary policy concern.

These little grey monkeys liked to jump around a fight.

The Grizzly Bear needs no introduction. Massive, powerful, agile, and with blinding speed. We were not sure who would win in a fight between the Grizzly and the Tiger, but we thought it would be an epic battle on par with Alien vs. Predator.

This is a Malayan Tapir. Despite their ungainly looks, Tapirs can gallop through the jungle, scramble up steep sloaps, and swim in fast flowing rivers.

Peter walked into Monkey World in search of a wise looking primate. This is what he found.

The second cutest animal we saw: the Tree Kangaroo.

This is a black panther. He wouldn't stay still long enough for me to truly capture his essence in the Nikon Coolpix my mother got me for Christmas.

After the Zoo, the weary wildlife watchers walked to the local diner. Here is Peter enjoying a warn bowl of pea soup: happy to be out of the snow.

Who would have known that such a cold day would provide us with such warm memories. Thanks, Bronx! We promise to come again and check out the rest of you!

Adam and Peter are in Midtown.

The rain is coming down softly, the lights are getting more noticeable, and the people of New York are enjoying a well-deserved moment of rest. It is Saturday, and Peter and I have just returned from another of our weekly adventures: this time, in Midtown. Midtown Manhattan is the busiest single commercial district in North America. Skyscrapers loom large over the relatively small area that boasts a work force of 3 million commuters. Overall, we had a great time perusing the streets, taking in times square and walking amongst the beautiful fashionistas of the garment district.

Madison Square Garden: home of the Rangers, Liberty and the Knicks. Many great champions have been made and destroyed within the walls behind Peter and I.

"The Most Famous Arena in the World" also plays host to a variety of popular musical acts. The Garden was the site of John Lennon's final public concert before his untimely death at the hands of Mark David Chapman. Here, Peter 'imagines' what it would have been like to see John.

Manuel is the last line of defence when it comes to illegal parking. He happily posed for this photograph with Peter before returning to his duties.

Pretzel vendors are common in New York City. Delicious and salty, pretzels are the perfect snack for photo-journalists.

The Fashion District is a design, warehouse, and distribution nexus of the clothing and fabric industry for the East Coast of the United States.

This is Oscar De La Renta, the famous designer. Here, I try to channel some of his genius.

Fashion can suggest or signify social status, or membership in a specific sub-culture. Here Peter is looking rather unfashionable, unable to gain entry to the shows.

Times Square is wrought with advertisement.

This is the Fed-ex street team. They take your picture, and give you instructions as to where to find the picture online. Thanks for the compliments on our outfits!

Skyscrapers: they steal light from our faces, but give light to our hearts (in the form of inspiration).

Deliciously close to the MTV store, the Armed Forces Building is one of the primary sites of recruitment for the military.

These Jamaican fellows used Times Square as a platform to promote their causes. Peter helps them out for a picture.

Almost every square inch of Times Square is full of lights and screens that constantly bombard passersby with promotional material. Here is Peter's favorite sign.

Peter watches TV inside the MTV store with some excited tourists.

See Ya Midtown!