Saturday Night

From a honky-tonk in Odessa to a tejano bar in San Antonio to a Catholic church—yes, a church—in Houston, there’s one night of the week that brings out the shiniest buckles, the shortest dresses, the smartest hats, the tightest jeans, the starchiest shirts, and the flashiest bling.

Photographs by LeAnn Mueller.

Ghostbar, Dallas

Ransom Rhodes (center), 25,

GHOSTBAR, DALLAS, DECEMBER 27, 2008

I change up what I wear every day. Ghostbar doesn’t like sneakers, but I’m definitely rocking some black Nikes with my pinstripes and my checkered wristband. When I go out, people say, “Hey, where are your dress shoes?” I have a few pairs, but that’s just not me. I’m more laid-back. I wear a lot of vests with V-neck T-shirts, blue jeans, and my Chuck Taylors. I’m in a rock band, and sometimes when I’m performing, I’ll wear a black shoe on my left foot and a white one on the right. I want to look good, but I just go with the flow, man.

 

Gloria Yeater, 83

BROKEN SPOKE, AUSTIN, NOVEMBER 29, 2008

I dance regularly at the senior activities center in Austin, and I mostly wear street clothes. But this was my first night at the Broken Spoke. I went with my over-fifty singles group, and I wanted to dress appropriately, so I wore my Western skirt and denim blouse. It used to be that you’d always get dressed up to go dancing.

 

Joe Pinal, 38

CLUB MOVIDA, SAN ANTONIO, JANUARY 10, 2009

I have a reputation for being a sharp dresser. I’m known for my zoot suits, and I just purchased a black suit with a zebra lapel and a zebra stripe on the pants. I’ve always been into a

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