Wednesday, April 15, 2009

More New Orleans Street Photography

Before I move on to some small town street photography experiments, let me share a few more pics from New Orleans.

Another street portrait. I told her I loved the hat and asked if I could take a photo. She told me I was probably the fifth person that day to make the same request, then she struck a pose that she described as "Audrey Hepburn-esque." I think she pulls off Audrey quite well—and that's no easy task.
Audrey Hepburn via "the glamourous graduate"

I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a city that has a higher per capita tuba ratio than New Orleans.

About 30 seconds before I took this, the guy broke a guitar string. A quick cigarette and then he hopped on his bike to go buy a new string.

I couldn't help but wonder if the kids who tap dance with mason jar lids stuck to their shoes aren't having a laugh at the tourists by playing to ethno-economic stereotypes. In any case, they put on a show and I emptied my pockets. I later noticed an unwitting self-portrait in the reflection, and resisted the temptation to photoshop it out.

A little less dancing, a little more money-making. When I gave money to the boy in front, the one holding the box said "Hey. What about me?" "I'm all out of bills," I replied. "That's OK. I'll take your change." And he did.

This photo was just asking for a bleach bypass treatment. The guy playing the drum appeared to have the most monotonous musical job in New Orleans—or so I thought until I heard an NPR spot about a new CD that promises to treat the listener to "55 Minutes of Solo Triangle." Seriously, give it a listen. I know that the NPR spot wants the earnest musicphile to readily differentiate the nuanced variations of triangular ting ting tings, but to me it's like revisiting "Ice Ice Baby v. Under Pressure" —and no one should expect you to endure that kind of memory on your morning commute.


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