The road our office is on is so hip it can hardly see over it's pelvis.
(It says "Going through the motions kills emotions" if you have trouble reading it).
Given all the achingly trendy clothes shops (sorry, boutiques), galleries (sorry, creative art spaces) and hairdressers (creative head art spaces, probably) along here it's a wonder we were allowed to move in. Perhaps we're just here so they can occasionally see what commoners are like...