The Biggest WTF Moments of Free Press Summer Fest 2014
|Photo by Jesse Sendejas Jr.|
Saturday night closed out with two choices: a) get your face melted off by Zedd or b) join New York City critical darlings Vampire Weekend. I settled somewhere in the middle, catching bits of both.
Now, VW wasn't terrible, quite satisfactory even. But when you're standing next to a propped-up tent playing a Western Conference Finals game, you hone in on that. And so we watched and watched and rooted for the Oklahoma City Thunder to beat the Spurs because God knows the Spurs are like the girl who will agonize you forever but you respect her.
All the while, Vampire Weekend played. Have you ever watched a basketball game with that band as the soundtrack? It's like a terrible Wes Anderson montage come to life, and sweet baby Jesus, did it amplify to even suckier heights when the Spurs actually won.
I got chased out of my second FPSF by zombie "Spurs" fans yelling "Go Spurs Go." I cried myself to sleep afterwards. BRANDO
The Photo Rules
Photo by Jim Bricker Jack White from really, really far away
Were all out of whack; every ten minutes we were told something different. One moment we could go in a certain entrance; the next minute we couldn't., and the Mars stage was the most questionable of them all. Being the main stage of the entire event, the acts playing there were easily the ones that were most needed to be shot. Unfortunately, after the rain delay on Saturday afternoon, we were not allowed back into the photo pit for the rest of the weekend. Kind of a bummer. JIM BRICKER
Sudden Stops and Horse Collars
Leaving the festival Sunday evening, a friend and I found ourselves walking just a few feet between a group of four girls. They were holding onto each other's backpacks and collars, forging their way through the crowd, when the woman in the back stopped abruptly. The girl second from the back came to a sudden halt as well, inadvertently performing a horse-collar on her petite friend in front of her.
The woman essentially went limp, and the back of her head was headed directly for pavement when my friend stepped forward and caught her just below the shoulders, averting the crisis. It all transpired in a few short seconds, but all I could do was look at my friend in awe. The ladies expressed genuine gratitude to my buddy, and we continued on our way. A few feet ahead of the group, I placed the back of my hand on my head, buckled my knees and did my best to swoon. MATTHEW KEEVER
Photo by Cory Garcia
There was a lot of temporary art at the festival this year, but none of it made me smile as much as the guy who sat down to illustrated the saying someone left on the "What Texas Means to Me" in one of the Fancy Pants tents. CORY GARCIA
Apparently I missed the fashion memo stating that the hippest look of the day is to try to emulate Mayim Bialik's "Blossom" or her best friend, the ever-effervescent Six. I haven't seen so many sunflowers since 1994. Please make it stop. SELENA DIERINGER
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