Most years, Pitchfork presents its own styling challenges, with all the walking/standing, the heat, and the dust that appears when you rock out on a baseball diamond. But this year—this year brought its own special version of hell, with flash floods and insane heat, making sure anyone who brought water-proof duds would quickly end up in their own personal shvitz. That, and the accessory du jour seemed to be muddy sneakers.
But with great adversity comes the ultimate pay-off, as proven by these 14 individuals with some serious sartorial know-how.
Emme, a srudent, was "just [there] to people watch." Her Rookiemag.com illustrator friend on the right wanted to see Ex Hex.
Sharon, a social media manager with killer brads, wanted to see Chance the Rapper.
Karla, another student, rocked the 312 while seeing Chance the Rapper, as well.
Kate, a photographer for
, was just "[there] to shoot." Tough job, eh?
Natasha, a dancer, rocked the crop-top while seeing our fav Sophie. Meanwhile, her friend of the right, Claire, "does whatever" and rallied for Chance the Rapper.
Elise, an art director braving the mud, just wanted to see Sophie.
Daniele, student, loved Chance the Rapper. (Seriously, who doesn't?)
Caroline, another student, also loved Chance.
Monique, a reporter with a serioiusly strong stripe game, was digging Sleater-Kinney. Maura, a data scientist, had feels for Chance.
Shannon, a writer with a strong lip game, was there for Julie Ruin.
Sophia, a cocktail server, queen'd out to Perfume genius (barefoot, by the looks of it).