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Were you the guy wearing the Native American headdress at the Bon Iver set? Oh, you were? You suck.

While on the whole, Pitchfork rocked in a quite figurative way, there were some terribly literal fashion faux pas. Headgear aside, one wonders just what the Midwestern hipster is thinking as of late.

On Day One, many of us were looking at the elfin gals strutting around in their useless galoshes and knee-high socks and wondering how bad that foot stank was going to be that eve. But on Day Two? And Three? Them galoshes made sense big time. Even though the grounds crews gave it an Ivy League try with that cedar mulch, Union Park was a giant slop pit. Don't believe us? Ask Les Savy Fav frontcrazy Tim Harrington, who rolled in it during the band's set.

And let's talk kaffiyehs. Time Out even mentioned the ubiquitous scarf in last week's Pitchfork hipster bingo article, but damned if that Urban Outfitters jazz didn't start to make complete sense during that blistering-as-hell Apples in Stereo set on Sunday. Those be-scarfed few will thank themselves in a few years when the rest of the pale bunch is getting squamous things removed in some dermatologist's office.

But perhaps the one trend that was most persistent, was most entertaining was the over-consumption of intoxicating substances. Like, could you have been more high, 15-year-old white girl at Public Enemy screaming "fight the power"? Or more drunk on that total bullshit Sparks, dude at Vampire Weekend? Especially seeing as how the Pitchfork bunch seemed to be a little older, and should definitely have been heaps wiser about the vile interplay of sun/booze/herbs/sleep, the crowd still offered up a fair amount of nonsense.

But did that explain the kids making lanyards? Um, no.

Click here to view the photo essay, "Pitchfork People," by George Aye. »