7 Apr 2015 Delores can’t get over the stupid shit people get up to when they get drunk on Bourbon Street. This is her first year on bouncer duty and she’s already knocked some Dirty Birds upside the head for grabbing too hard on a shot girl. Pistol-whipped the shit out of one when he wouldn’t let go. She doesn’t like to use violence, but Delores doesn’t play, so watch yourself. 0
2 Apr 2015 Back at the summer house for the spring. Some magic usually happens here. Like: maybe you will see the universe in a caterpillar chrysalis hanging from the lower leaves of a fern. Or you will suddenly understand algebra or French or Chinese. Physics theorems will be clear to you too, but once you step off the property, gone! Like a dream you can almost remember. 0
30 Mar 2015 Met Gumby on Bourbon Street in the New Orleans French Quarter. He’d been drinking a Hand Grenade, and he wanted to discuss politics, but we were rushing off to some appointment or another. This photo is true blue 35mm 0
25 Mar 2015 The Grill Master oversees chicken thighs, in this case, and dinner nearly every night. Mushrooms and oysters, steak and shrimp. Sometimes there is honest-to-god bluefin tuna. This is a great country in a drowning world. There is still food, clean water and whisky. There is still gas and charcoal. I am grateful. 0
21 Mar 2015 This was the day we met Dominique in the window of a bar on Bourbon Street. She became one of our muses and inspired us to produce photographs, stories, and film. Thank you, Dominique the Dancer. Thank you. 0
