"It finally feels like summer," says a sandal-clad girl to her friend this past weekend at Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago's Union Park. The friend nods in agreement and sips from his dewy 312 beer, a local favorite.
As a scorching heat wave blanketed most of the country, festival-goers descended upon the tree-shaded venue for the annual event that brings together a near-perfect mix of independent artists, super-cool local and national vendors, and red-cheeked, smiling-faced fans.
Over the three days of the festival, attendees could be spotted roving the modest-sized park with water bottles, melty coconut popsicles, and packages of fresh blueberries in hand. They lounged in the shade, browsed the Chirp Record and Flatstock poster fairs, and danced and cheered at the festival's three stages.
Here in South Florida, our few remaining outdoor music festivals seem to bring out massive unmanageable crowds filled with blank-staring, drugged-out adolescents donning neon and tutus. But at Pitchfork, the mid-sized crowd was eclectic, engaged, and uniformly friendly, despite pressing heat. And, as one might expect from a festival put on by the biggest indie webzine, there was no shortage of funky, edgy, and inspired attire.
From nautical and tropical-inspired threads, to color explosions and asymmetrical 'dos, the people of Pitchfork brought their style A-game. Check out the notes on some of our favorite festival fashion moments.More »