tinyluckygenius

The backstage VIPpage at Pitchfork’s high heat weekender was knocked off it’s frump game by Molly Soda’s & Claires undergarment get ups, as seen above. Pubic hair sticking through yr girdle and a headset mic offstage is a look not everyone can pull of, you know what I mean? Second tier looks were far far down—i.e. the dude with  scraggly middle part and a ladies beaded earring holding his glasses together who was trying to forcibly sell drugs to Chief Keef’s crew, who were giving him all manner of furrowed brow. Fucking everyone hates aggro hippies. After all was done, after I reported the Keef and Reese story and interviewed Young Chop, Young Chop’s little brother (who is missing an opp by not going by Younger Chop), some cousins and associated crew I was doing the play by play with David Drake from So Many Scramps and Andrew Barber from Fake Shore and a security dude came up and asked “What band are you all in?” “Freelance Poverty” I offered. “We’re a trio”.

milesraymer:

beodddierich:

Blood Diamonds x Grimes x Clairey Pear x Molly Soda 

Todd Diederich