Tag: Super Sunday

  • Tell Me Why

    T hey say it’s all in the eyes. That the eyes are the windows to the soul. Who am I to disagree? I haven’t been on the street for a long time. Y’all know why. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t like being cooped up. I’m not sure I’ll ever return to the street in […]

  • I Asked For Water

    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 me […]

  • 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 bridge […]

  • 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 the […]

  • 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 Gras […]

  • 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, while […]

  • 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 many […]

  • 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. […]

  • 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 from […]