“We need something representative of where these kids come from. We need some decay.” Royce does not want to go to Central City. “It’s not necessary,” he says. “We can go right around the corner to find what we want.” … Read More
The Marigny is a strange mixture of old and new. Of pristine and decay. If you let things go to far, nature will reclaim what we have taken from her. And, if we cut her back, she will wait and … Read More
You think you are out in Lafitte or Paradis or LaRose. But it is City Park, and this is what we love about New Orleans. It is, after all, a swamp. Lest we not forget. So it is good for … Read More
I wanted to say that there is a certain beauty to these urban landscapes: fallen down fences and colorful plastic bags floating on the carbon monoxide wafting off the Crescent City Connection. Surely there was something here before the overgrown … Read More
It’s hairy getting in and out of Musician’s Village at night. Young, angry men stare us down as we jog along Bartholomew Street. We are hoping to get back without getting killed. Some of those boys brandish bottles of Mad … Read More
All water here has a cycle connected to the seasons. The pool in my sister’s yard has such a cycle, and, therefore, it is oddly connected to nature. In times past, in the golden years, we would leave chemicals in … Read More