Diplo-baby and I were out on the town on Sunday, soaking in some Vienna sights. We were off to the Cathedral for Mass and had the good fortune to stumble upon the “Tiroler Mass”, which they celebrate the day after their ball. As luck would have it, I also stumbled upon it last year and regretted that I didn’t have my camera to capture some of the remarkable costumes. Especially head-gear. I myself love a good dirndl, but the Tirolers take it to a whole other level.
This year I had my camera in tow – here are a few shots of our fellow Austrians from the mountains. I especially love the otherwise disgruntled, alternative youths, complete with piecings and weird colored hair patches, living it up in traditional attire.
The Tiroler weekend is usually the third in January, if you’re a resident in Vienna, I highly recommend attending their mass. Not only are the national costumes unlike anything you’ve seen, the choir and band (with TWELVE tubas no less) perform gorgeously. Alas, no one said anything about Ricola.