The Feet of Pitchfork, 2018.

The worst part of writing is starting. I figure that once the ball starts rolling (according to Newton's First Law and the assumption that friction doesn’t exist on this document page, or at the very least is negligible on this interface) it will continue rolling…. and rolling…… and rolling…. still rolling…….…… we’ll continue here. Pitchfork, according to the many feet I photographed, was haphazard of personalities as well as socks. Everything from the usual Nike whites to less familiar gray cats was donned on the ankles of avid music listeners. How does Pitchfork's lineup attract everything from the basic crop top wearing crowd (hey, I wore them too, I am a part of these people) to the incredibly funky thrift or die group? The same way their lineup included everyone from the Evanston local, Kweku Collins, to the lighting crazed Tame Impala. It is a pledge to showcase music as it is, variational, and not always the most popular, but always a conduit for discovery.Pitchfork consistently curates lineups for everyone, highlighting a variety of talented musicians across genres, popularity, and origins. Music festivals should cater to a wide audience, how else can we truly appreciate the art form and grow from the listening experience? Taste is not developed from over-exposure to the same old, rather, it is through hours of listening to a range of sounds that a foundation of what is and isn't liked can be established.With that in mind, at this year's edition of the festival, Pizza FM focused on photographing not the wackiest or most creative outfits. Instead, Pizza went back to our literal festival roots. Our feet.Our feet do a lot of work throughout the festival experience. They keep us upright and moving from stage to stage. They are the difference between making and missing the last train back to the city or suburbs.