Hey, we're not the one with the rat tail here, dude.
[Photos by Alexander Wagner; full slideshow version here]
Just when you thought we were done with our South by Southwest coverage, one of s/t’s favorite photographers submitted two extensive sets of shots to us. First up: his ‘man on the street’ portraits of fans at the fest. And to-be-posted soon after that: casual and live portraits of everyone from Passion Pit to Hockey.
Walk like a man, my son.
We're not sure what's the most distracting thing here: dude's shirt, chest tattoo or his mangy mop.
Who loves the sun?
Not everyone.
Man, that chick's hot.
This Bud's for you.
And you. (What's with the Whip-It can, though?)
Thank you for ruining Johnny Cash AND Elvis, kind sir.
One turntable and a microphone.
Obey ... Shepard Fairey. Rad suspenders, though. (Yes, really.)
"Can you pick up a pair of socks on the way home?"
You guys can probably put the passes away, now.
"Slayerrrrrrrrrrr!"
Love the red-headed stepchild smoking in the background.
Kanye West isn't on yet, apparently.
T-shirt translation: "I need a haircut."
Hey, it's Pete Doherty before his crack addiction kicked in.
Hey, it's Steve Aoki and Mickey Mouse's bestest pal Goofy!!!!
s/t sees dead people.
Props to this fine gentleman for wearing a pink, cut-off Björk shirt.
That's right—thumbs up for tacos!
What's next? The triumphant return of Zubaz pants?
This is not Miami, dear.
Argh, this guy again! Oh, wait.
C.R.E.A.T.A. = Cash Rules Everything Around This Asshole
PLEASE do the Carlton dance!
Now, that's not very nice. And coming from a guy in a Jack Daniel's shirt, too.
