Ed. Note: If I had my druthers, the only photo to be included in the entire summation of SXSW 2015 would be that one right there of Snoop Dogg in the Game of fucking Thrones chair (I know it has a name but I don’t watch that show and I haven’t read a book since my eye popped lost somewhere in ‘The Tunnel’) flanked by belly dancers and sleepily awaiting his next blunt because that, right there, is SXSW in a nutshell. A perfectly ludicrous congress of bodies, minds and memes cross-pollinating excess with inertia and everywhere, all the time, the cameras are rolling. It’s a meta post meta romance with fame and greed and hope and hunger and fuck. Just fuck. One day soon, perhaps, I’ll expand on that with some aplomb from the privilege of removal but for now, let’s just taken a moment to thank Ms. Maggie for braving the lines and drunks and tempests to be our one sure-foot on the ground for this astoundingly confounded cultural tradition. She done good, right? Herein, you’ll find her documentations of the last two sanctioned days of festivities. If you haven’t, please take a moment to soak in her trysts with SXSW 2015 Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3. Until next year…please dig, if you will, her pictures.
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