Credit: Andrea Bauer

“This is the people-watching event of the summer,” a friend said yesterday evening at the tail end of a weekend spent observing Pitchfork’s parade of humanity through Union Park. When it comes to festivals, the most interesting sights are often offstage—and that’s especially true of Pitchfork. Throughout the fest’s beautiful final day, Reader photographers saw the multitudes in all their glorious variety: a (seemingly) happy couple dry humping, friends collapsed in nap piles, a man in a flesh-toned body stocking, another wearing cat ears, loners looking ready for Burning Man, a shirtless dude in an umbrella hat, and still more babies wearing headphones to shield their tiny eardrums from the likes of the Julie Ruin and Run the Jewels. There was even a pair kicking back on the lawn with a print copy of the Reader! But then again, maybe that was just their way of sucking up to our photographer.

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Credit: Andrea Bauer
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