What a day. The fire did not only jump out of the frying pan, but it burned the house down. No. Not literally. A photographer who is known to many of us and who has helped us in career advancement just resigned from Magnum in lieu of being voted out of the cooperative. Let meContinue reading “I Asked For Water”
Tag Archives: Super Sunday
The Neighborhood
Black Masking Indians. I made this photograph on a Super Sunday celebration, on the Westbank. The name Westbank means the west side of the Mississippi River. Parts of the area are still considered to be part of New Orleans. I made this picture after photographing two second lines, jumping in my car, taking the bridgeContinue reading “The Neighborhood”
Number Two
It happened again. I got a little bored last night so I started playing with another human being in post production. This time, it was a Mardi Gras Indian Wildman who I photographed on the Westbank for their Super Sunday. As I recall, it was a busy Sunday. There were two second lines on theContinue reading “Number Two”
Everybody
Working. We all have to make a living. Somehow. I’ve seen her before. I saw her on Sunday. Super Sunday. She’s really a sweetheart. Check her out. She may be working. But, she’s dressed for the day. I never mask. Maybe I should. She’s inspired me. After all, there are all sorts of Mardi GrasContinue reading “Everybody”
On Super Sunday
Super Sunday. All the pretty suits. All the pretty Indians. I didn’t plan it this way, but today’s post is all about the next generation of Mardi Gras Indians. The top picture may be the most important. Queen Tahj is a senior at Tulane University. She is truly becoming the leader of her tribe, whileContinue reading “On Super Sunday”
All in the Details
On Super Sunday. I told a friend of mine that I was toast from chasing Indians around Central City. That’s not true. It’s worse. I’m toast because I’m really sick. So, I’m later than usual. Much later. I did manage to download, back up and edit everything. But, I am not ready to finish manyContinue reading “All in the Details”
A Long Story
Yes. It’s a long story. The picture seems fairly simple. These two guys are waiting for Big Chief John to dress and make his appearance. That part is simple enough. But. Oh, you knew this was coming. The Original Wild Tchoupitoulas were getting dressed next door. In a private home. One that was rock solid.Continue reading “A Long Story”
Big Chief John
Big Chief John. Of The Original Wild Tchoupitoulas Tribe. I’ve been knowing him for at least six years. He was a Wildman then. His queen taught me how to present myself to a tribe who didn’t know me. And, how to behave when I work around suited indians. I see a lot of disrespect fromContinue reading “Big Chief John”
Slowly. Ever so slowly. Because, I’m still recovering from a long and gruelling weekend. The story so far. I’ve managed to download, backup and curate the images from four events. But, I seem to run out of steam early in the afternoon. So I cherry pick for you. At other times I sleep. I didContinue reading
