The Depot has long had a reputation, one that even recent arrivals to Baltimore quickly pick up on, as a slightly sleazy place where your night out was bound to take a bizarre and/or uncomfortable turn. But the influx of brightly colored art-school weirdos over the past few years has quickly changed the Depot's rep from a place you looked down your nose at to a place where the clientele looks down their nose at you. Yes, the Depot is officially--now more than ever--a scenester bar, a hipster bar, a cool kids' bar, whatever you want to call it. It's a place where you go to be seen, to wear an eye-gouging mishmash of '80s togs and indie-rock gear while being seen, to listen to goofy electronic pop music while being seen, to dance awkwardly while being seen, and, oh yeah, to be seen. If you're too old, too ugly, too fat, or just generally too self-conscious in front of goony 22-year-olds who think they've recently invented ironic detachment, then yes, you may feel uncomfortable and on display at the new Depot. But just remember, they too will soon be old, exhausted, and uncool, as the beautiful and fragile life cycle of scenester bullshit begins anew.