
Central City
This blog began as a place to present a range of pictures, normal-ish to bizarre, of New Orleans, post-Katrina. Now, it contains more elements of my life and art. Comments and pictures from the long lasting aftershocks of the storm will crop up from time to time. If you want to view post-Katrina photos, see the earliest archives.





Pink Car alert*





If you had passed through the St. Roch neighborhood before the storm, this house would have had a man sitting in front of it, surrounded by his collection, piled high above the foundation line of the house. The look of the collection was reflected in the backdrop that he created for it on his home. Many would have called it trash, but it was his art. Now, all that remains is Cookie Monster and a wonderfully and meticulously painted house. I would like to think that he evacuated with his pile...


Slimbolala is credited with the identification of the disease, I merely found a later example over in an area referred to as Gert Town. My favorite of his examples: The Case of The Potty-Mouthed Car.

The first of my trash pile installments. I stumbled upon two separate piles of mannequin heads in Mid-City one day. It was bizarre to see the huge piles, full of these faces. Strangely drawn to them? See a few more here.