I’m a MASSIVE New Orleans enthusiast. In fact, if I could move there tomorrow, I would be gone. We had been travelling around certain parts of the south for a little while and couldn’t help but feel restricted in some way. When we went back to New Orleans it was nice to be in a bar and to hear people say ‘fuck’ out loud and not give a shit. There is nothing better than being surrounded by people who feel free to be themselves.
The above image is a piece of artwork we picked up from Voodoo Skulls of New Orleans who sell Monday – Friday in the French Market. We were on our honeymoon so it seemed fitting to buy a piece that, to us, resembled a married couple. That is the great thing about marriage as well, because after the wedding (the party) comes the best part, spending forever with each other (the after par-tay.)
The feathered mask was another little something we picked up for cheap at the market. I would of loved to have bought a really expensive, hand crafted mask that they have in such places as The Mask Gallery but alas, we were living on Dr. Pepper and pork rinds by this point.