Once, my friend Irene told me about a pretentious San Francisco hipster that lived in an artist commune. He dressed in all black for Halloween and was a nihilist. The best part was that, as a serious artist, he only painted and drew mustaches. I love thinking about him from time to time, this boy that I’ve never met, sitting in his loft with high-vaulted ceilings (in my world, high-vaulted ceilings are a requisite for artist communes) creating twirled mustache images. It’s just so ridiculous that I can’t help but love it.

Well, I think I have finally decided on his match: my dad (except it’s no match really because my dad will always be a gazillion times cooler). Today, my dad posted a link to a Youtube video he made on Facebook. The video is set to a Nazareth song called “Hair of the Dog.” And in the video is a sequence of photos he’s carefully selected of dogs dressed in funny outfits. About halfway through, my dad appears holding Petrie, my sister’s dog, which is then followed by a few more pictures of Petrie modeling on the sidewalk. Though the differences between my dad and the mustache-drawer are many, the biggest one I see is that my dad has no pretentious intentions. He creates things like this because he really, truly gets a kick out of it, even if no one else can see just how hip his art might be. This may well make him the O.G. hipster.

My dears, this is my dad. And if you thought I had a quirky sense of humor…