Time Capsule

The last roll of lomography from my trip to the States (plus one leftover shot of the Sydney Harbour Bridge). Got it developed yesterday.





A strange feeling.

Boy's Life

Window shopping in New Orleans.

Little Garcon

Street musicians on a sunny day in New Orleans.

Human Detritus

A little slice of creepy from down in New Orleans. I'm sure that kid's shirt just fell off a parent's stroller or something but it still sent my imagination spinning off into some dark corner.

Plaisir d'Amour

While I was down in New Orleans, I visited the National WWII Museum. And apart from the wild celebrity-fueled propaganda of Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks' "Beyond All Boundaries", I thought they did a pretty decent job of portraying all sides of the conflict.



The photography alone in the museum was staggering in its brutality and sadness. As each room represented a chronological development in the war, the photos were arranged much like a timeline. One Life-published image in particular stuck with me: that of a homefront beauty smiling behind her desk, proudly displaying the Japanese skull that her boyfriend had sent back.

Ain't Got No Lullabies

Two lonely souls in New Orleans.

Spike

This is Spike, my friend's housemate down in New Orleans. He's got a penchant for biting fingers, licking the tap, and waiting for the mail. Somewhere in his head the wires got crossed and he thinks he's a dog. But that's a total plus in my book; I was never much of a cat person.



It probably also helps that he's been de-clawed.

The Happiness Factory

Pretty tacky place but it was still fascinating to wander around the giant warehouse at "Mardi Gras World" where all the parade floats are assembled. Just in terms of how mundane it all is behind the fun; how boring it is to sit in this room full of effigies.



I missed the festivities by a few short weeks but that's okay. One trip down Bourbon St. was plenty and I wouldn't want to be there if the Colts take the Superbowl.

Trucker's Lunch

Stein's Jewish Deli on Magazine Street in New Orleans. At the time I was just trying to burn through the last shots in a roll but I ended up pleasantly surprised with the results.






If I could ever set it up I'd love to do a week-long shoot in a restaurant kitchen. Get all the manic rushes and dead lulls on film. Maybe I've been watching too much "Hell's Kitchen" but I reckon you could fashion a nice little series out of the idea.