Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Michael Arata

Michael's photoshoot was just great and so much fun! The combination of a fantastic actor (one of his many talents!) with that particular wall made for a wonderful photo (or rather photoS!) And what was really awesome was Michael's willingness to play the game without holding back (it was the first time we met.)
The wall is part of a majestic building on Esplanade, which is being fixed up (and maybe finished?) for, I believe, a movie studio (or something that has to do with movies).







Needless to say, I was very happy with Michael's pictures; yet the thing that really got me is the story he shared. It gave me goose bumps it's so moving. Also, the way he related the story was very real: as I was listening to him, I felt like I was there in that boarding school, and I was there on that airplane; yet I didn't expect what happened at the end of the story...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Jac Currie

Before getting into the story behind this shoot, I want to publicly apologize to Jac for misspelling his last name in the table of contents of the book... (I called him right away when I found out —I was mortified— and he was very gracious about it.) So Jac, sorry about the typo, and thank you for being so cool about it!

Jac's photoshoot was one of the most amazing of the project. The building was absolutely incredible, and it didn't hurt that Jac was a perfect fit.
I discovered Jac by way of Facebook, somehow stumbling upon the Defend New Orleans page. After a little search, I found who was behind this organization "dedicated to celebrating, preserving, and promoting New Orleans culture" (check it out: www.defendneworleans.com), and sent Jac a message. He not only responded, but he also immediately agreed to pose for the project.
A few weeks later, I was driving around my old neighborhood on Magazine Street when I came across a huge construction site occupying an entire block. It was all fenced in, but I looked in just as I passed by an open gate and couldn't believe what I saw: graffiti, after graffiti, after graffiti! I parked the car and found one of the workers, who after hearing my request (huh, could I please come in and take photos of someone in front of one of these walls?) called the site manager. He, of course, turned me down. Darn! But I couldn't give up. I did find out that the building had some sort of connection with the film industry, so I called a friend, and another friend, and eventually found out who the owner was. The next step was to call my Fairy Godmother who, once again, worked her magic: within the next hour, I had gotten permission from Susan Brennan (THANK YOU, Susan!!), and was invited to go in the next day.
The inside of the building was even more amazing than what I had seen:







I think Jac was just as amazed as I was...

Friday, July 15, 2011

Ben Sandmel

Ben Sandmel is a musician, a writer, and a story teller (among other talents). The story he shared for the New Orleans Walls book is one of my favorites, very visual and so comical!
I met Ben years ago when I was working at Ultrasonic Studios in New Orleans, where he would come by as a journalist to write about recording sessions, and also as a producer to work on the Hackberry Ramblers albums and documentary film. He also played on one or two sessions there.
We lost touch years ago but were reconnected by way of my Fairy Godmother (Haydée Ellis) and ended up meeting in one not so safe Mid-City neighborhood in April 2009. With all the textures and colors, there was definitely no shortage of walls in that part of town. So much life and feelings!
I don't think I can say enough how grateful I am to all the people who agreed to pose for the project, from the legendary Fats Domino to the sweet Miss Lily, and all other 80+ in between, including, Ben, who accepted to "act" along:

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Roger Lewis

On the first weekend of Jazz Fest in 2009, I was hoping to somehow meet Dave Matthews (that's another long story I'll pass on...); instead, I was lucky to find Roger Lewis, the amazing saxophone player of the Dirty Dozen Brass Band. He very kindly accepted to pose for the New Orleans Walls project, and we arranged to meet the following day at his house. Finding a "wall' in his neighborhood was a bit challenging, but I eventually spotted a garage door: when I saw this "wall", the thought of New Orleans being under-water during Katrina somehow hit me for good: I literally saw bubbles, then had the idea of trying to get Roger to pretend he was holding his breath —and blocking his nose— under water (you can see the picture of him holding his nose on Facebook).



I happened to snap a picture right when Roger let go of his hand, and I loved the intensity of his look so much that I decided to use that last picture for the book.
On the — short!— drive back to Roger's house, I asked him to start thinking about a specific moment of his life (my plan was to meet him at a later time, when we both had more time, to record his story.) Well, we ended up talking for about 45 minutes, and I so wish I had had a tape recorder then! Roger talked about his son's death in a very beautiful and touching way. Since I didn't feel I could do him justice by just writing from memory, we met again about a year later. However, we didn't get to talk about his son again, but the story that ended up in the book is quite funny and insightful.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Catching up...

It seems like "New Orleans Walls" has gone to a halt since my return from New Orleans last April. Being self-published is very demanding, but not financially viable (at least not yet!), so when paying jobs surface I take the plunge, which I actually don't mind at all since I love what I do for a living (I get paid to take pictures!!) Unfortunately in the meantime, there is no promotion department taking over and blogging all over the internet about the book. I wish... There is so much more to share about the project and I just have to accept, once again, that going with the flow is the rule!

So I'll start over where I left it almost 4 months ago:

HAYDEE ELLIS.

Meet my Fairy Godmother. I didn't even know I had one until our lives crossed paths by chance. Haydée just makes things happen. It started with Fats Domino (she's a good friend of his), and it didn't stop there. What's more, her heart is as big as her wand!
Pianist Tom McDermott introduced us by way of email in March of 2009, and it's one of those relationships that just took off as if it had always been there. We hadn't even met in person that she was already willing to help. After I took Fats' picture, she was the first person I called, although we still hadn't met yet.
Haydée is also a wonderful visual artist and pianist, and a true New Orleans character. Needless to say, I was delighted when she agreed to pose for the project. We met for the first time on the day of the photoshoot, and she was as I had pictured her: warm, fun, beautiful, down-to-earth... just plain wonderful! "Her" wall was just a few blocks from her daughter's house in the lower Garden District. I didn't have a specific idea when I picked the wall, but putting Haydée in front of it, combined with how I was feeling that day (floating in happiness), was enough to get a photo in just a few minutes:

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Irene Sage

March 10, 2009.

A lot of people helped in different ways during the New Orleans Walls project, but a few made it simply possible. Irene and her husband Scott Conklin are some of those. Irene might be sometimes hard to reach, but when you've got her... well, she'll do anything to help.

When we finally connected again (after not seeing each-other for about 8 years), she just went all over: she called a bunch of people to pose, connected me with Zack Rosenburg of the St Bernard Project, and offered me a place to stay as well as her car! Since I have been running on a very small budget, having a free car made all the difference: it truly allowed me to finish the project (I stayed at Irene's three times, each visit lasting two weeks — do the math, that's A LOT of savings in car rentals!)

Now, that being said, even if I had not stayed at Irene's I would have wanted to have her in the book: that girl can sing! She has one of the most amazing voices I have ever heard!

When I went to her house on that night of March 10, 2009 to take her picture with daughter Sidney, it was late, the light was getting dim, but I still decided to give it a try (after all, I had just taken Fats Domino's photo, so at that point, anything seemed possible!)
The picture that came out is another one that was graced by one of those magical moments I encountered throughout the project, in the way its' movement harmonized with the wall. I have to confess here that this wall is the only one in the book that is not technically in New Orleans (it's in Arabi). However, it used to be a part of the city, and that was good enough for me.



The next morning, I left New Orleans feeling uplifted (no pun intended!)
As the plane took off at 7:30AM, I looked out the window and saw one of the most beautiful misty sunrises over the Crescent City...

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sallie Ann Glassman

March 10, 2009.

One thing I have found really amazing with this project is the ease with which most people have accepted to pose. Sallie was no exception. Alright, she's a voodoo priestress, so maybe she knew things I didn't know... Still, she was very graceful about the whole process; she even took me to a fantastic wall: in a Marigny alley is this amazing fence painted with Papa Gede and other spirits. This was the only wall Sallie was allowed to be photographed in front of wearing black!



By noon, I was done with the picture, and impatiently waited for Fats Domino's daughter to call. All I had to do was clean up the house and pack. My plane was leaving the next day at 7:30am.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Eddie Bo

March 9, 2009.

Eddie was all smiles the day I took his picture. The wall I found for him was just around the corner from his uptown house, and had a great Katrina significance (Although the New Orleans Walls book is not about Katrina — hence the absence of direct Katrina stories— the storm has had such an impact on the people — thus becoming a part of the local culture — that I felt it had to be somehow referred to in the book). For that reason, it was important to get a rather serious photo, but again, Eddie was all smiles, which made my goal a little tricky to reach. Eventually, I got what I wanted.
This was the last picture of Eddie. Ten days later, he had a massive heart attack. During a later trip, his sister shared with me that Eddie had been looking forward to the photo shoot, and that he purposely chose the cap with the Fleur de Lys. Although I didn't want anything distracting from the wall on the models' clothing, I made an exception for Eddie and didn't photoshop the emblem out.
I will always remember the last time I saw Eddie, when he entered his house and closed the iron door. He had a big smile on his face...



Fats Domino's daughter called me that night to inquire about the New Orleans Walls project. She listened to me carefully, then finally said, "I will call you tomorrow morning after his doctor's appointment. We'll see if he's up to it."
I DID hold my breath...

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Irma Thomas

March 9, 2009.

When I called Irma with Jan Ramsey's good word, it didn't take her long to nonchalantly accept to pose for the project. At that time, a friend was letting me use his car, but I didn't know for sure when it would be available. So Irma kindly offered to pick me up and drive to the French Quarter where I had spotted a couple of walls on Dauphine Street (Irma lives several miles away from the French Quarter, in New Orleans East).
In the first wall, I could see a face (a little scary, but still...) and was trying to get some sort of an interaction between Irma and the "face" (upper right on the photo).



Then I decided to move one house over to the right and snapped a few more pictures. All along, I was talking to Irma while taking pictures, which she didn't realize, so by the time I was done, she thought we hadn't started yet!

Irma's photo for the book came from the second wall. As soon as I applied the double-exposure, I knew it was a keeper. However, I didn't know how Irma would react to it (it's purposely blurry and you can't see her face all that well). So when I went back a few months later to get her story, I showed her the photo and thankfully she was fine with it (By-the-way, not everyone got to see their photo before the book came out).

Irma is another one of those who knew exactly which story they would share for the book. With all the "models" I tried as much as possible to get stories everyone could somehow relate to, hence avoiding the "fame" thing. This wasn't an issue with Irma. I found her to be humble and straight forward. In the last paragraph of her story, Irma shares that getting her diploma was more important to her than winning her Grammy Award. I was all packed up and ready to go when she said that, but the comment made such an impression on me that I took my little recorder out again and asked her to repeat the phrase. It's written in the book just as it came out of her mouth.

Friday, February 25, 2011

March 8, 2009 — part 1.

March 8, 2009, turned out to be a particularly busy day, with 5 photo shoots planned between 11am and 6:30pm, from the French Quarter, to the 9th ward, to uptown, and to the West Bank.

As much as I stayed quite isolated during my first trip to New Orleans a few months earlier, this second visit was an excuse to reconnect with old friends. John Autin, pianist and owner of Rabadash Records, is one of those. The day I went to visit him and his wife Jill, Lindsay Mendez, the youngest recording artist to be signed by the New Orleans-based label, was in the studio with her dad. When John told them about the New Orleans Walls project, they both let me know immediately they'd love for Lindsay to be a part of it.
Two days later, we met in the French Quarter. It had to be a sunny day for the photo I had in mind to work. Lindsay showed up with her mom at 11:00am as planned, wearing a black dress. The sun was out and the photo turned out great (once you see it in the book, you'll understand).



The next stop was in the Upper 9th ward, at the Musicians Village where Little Freddie King lives. I met Freddie years ago when I worked for Orleans Records producer Carlo Ditta. Freddie is as sweet as can be, always has a smile on his face (at least every single time I visited him), but is hard to track down when you live in North Idaho. Since I was in town, I just showed up at his gig, and the next day, I picked him up at his place. Freddie was ready for the photo, all dressed in black, with a chain full of keys hanging down almost to his knees. I had spotted a cemetery wall not far from the Musicians Village, which is where we headed for. The photo shoot took a mere 3 minutes.
When I returned several months later to get his story, Freddie knew exactly what moment of his life he was going to share, and yet it's a story his manager had never heard before.



Day to be continued...

note: in case you haven't read any of the past posts, the pictures shown here are not the ones featured in the New Orleans Walls book.

March 8, 2009 — part 2.

An hour after taking Little Freddie King's picture, I was uptown, knocking on Guitar Slim, Jr. door.
Most of the appointments I had during those five trips to New Orleans between September 2008 and May 2010 had to be scheduled just a few days before, if not the day of the photo shoot. I'd call people from Sandpoint to make arrangements, and most of the time I'd be asked, "Are you in town?" to which I responded, " Not yet." And I would be told, "Oh, then call back when you're in town!" Does that sound familiar?? Eventually, I got used to it, and for some reason, it all worked out.
Most people who see Guitar Slim's wall picture for the first time have a strong reaction to it. As far as I'm concerned, I think his story is pretty powerful. It's definitely out there (some people would say crazy!) but I will tell you this: he didn't make it up for me. The way he shared his story was real and sincere. He even took me to the house where it happened!



By the time I got to June Yamagishi's house, I was starting to feel tired, and was hoping to get some action shot to kind of wake up. As I drove by June's lower Garden District neighborhood, I found the ideal wall: bright red and black, perfectly alive. Now, I hadn't met June yet, and for some reason I thought the guy was in his 20's. Turns out he's more in his 50's, so when I first saw him I thought my plans wouldn't work out. As delicately as possible, I asked how his health was (I know, that's tacky — but I was on a mission!) and as only he can say it, June responded "good, good!"
Well, he took me by surprise: the guy could jump alright, higher than anticipated:



The day ended on the West Bank, by Algiers Point where John Autin lives. I never went to that neighborhood while living in New Orleans, but if I ever were to move back, I would seriously consider Algiers Point. The view to New Orleans is so beautiful, and the French Quarter is just a Ferry ride away. I love it!!
Back to Autin. That crumbling wall must have been waiting for us before giving way to gravity. Of course, it's no longer standing, but I'm so glad I was able to capture it.


Break

I somewhat managed to keep the blog on the roll before going to New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, but am now having a hard time getting back into it after visiting in just 10 days almost all the people who posed for the book. Bear with me, I'm working on it...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Coco Robicheaux

March 7, 2009.

When I think about Coco Robicheaux, the word "cool" comes to mind. My American-born husband thinks that the term doesn't mean anything anymore, that it's just a vague "blah" people use all the time, rather exposing a shortage of vocabulary. Maybe so, but I didn't grow up with the word, which could explain why I can relate to it and still use it*. Coco is cool when he talks, definitely when he sings (although "cool" by itself doesn't do him justice: Coco has an amazing voice!); and look at those pants: aren't they sooo cool? On top of it all, Coco Robicheaux is the coolest story teller. Most of the stories in the book were recorded, then transcribed. I had to listen to them over and over again to write them down, so when I read the stories now, I actually hear in my head the voice of the narrator. And I can tell you this: Coco telling his story was very cool! (Wouldn't it be "cool" to get Coco to come along and read his story for the first book signing in New Orleans? — By-the-way, his story in the book is written exactly as he told it to me.)

Coco Robicheaux and Jon Cleary live in the same neighborhood, near the Mississippi River. There is a levee with a very interesting wall not far from either house, so interesting that when the photo I took with Jon didn't work out the way I expected it to (nothing wrong with Jon — in fact, he was great; just my shortcoming), I went back with Coco. And did it work that time! His picture in the book is one of my favorites. Here is a little glimpse of the wall:




Saturday night and still no word from Adonica. At that point, I was remaining hopeful about Fats Domino (although I only had 3 days left in New Orleans), but most-of-all I was becoming very encouraged with the photos (Every night, after downloading them onto my computer, I'd watched with awe their metamorphosis when subjected to double exposure. Kind of like when I used to be in the darkroom waiting for the image to appear in the developer bath, if anyone out there can relate to that!)




* It DOES make a difference which language you are raised with: I can cuss all I want in English, most of these "bad" words don't mean anything to me. Even after 20 years living in this country. Really. On the other hand, there are some words in French I would never dare to say...

Monday, January 31, 2011

J Monque' D

March 7, 2009.

I learned more about the blues from the 20 minutes or so spent with J Monque' D than from the ten years I lived in New Orleans. Well, not exactly (my husband was a street performer playing the blues when I met him 22 years ago — anyone remember the Big Mess Blues Band?), but James lives the blues, in fact, he'll tell you he IS the blues! The man is passionate about it, and I'd say he has quite an intense personality altogether, in a very touching way. The sincerity, the passion with which he shared his story was both surprising and moving. Surprising because I didn't expect to see big tears from this big man, and touching... because I didn't expect to see big tears from this big man! The event that James recounted was still as vivid to him that day in May, 2010 (If you've been following this blog, you already know that the idea to get stories didn't come until later in the project), as when it happened 30 years before. But you'll have to read it in the book!
Monque' D's picture is also one of those that had a detail sneak up on me. Furthermore in this case, I think the detail is what makes the picture. And again, I have to humbly admit it was not intentional. When you get the book (hmm...), look for "eyes" in the wall. I didn't see them when I took the picture, but the weirdest thing is James' expression, and the orientation of his face: he's looking toward the eyes! C.R.E.E.P.Y!! I LOVE it!!!


Eddie Bo's phone call that morning was a relief, as well as a very sweet re-connection. I used to know Eddie when I lived in New Orleans but had lost touch with him after moving to Idaho in 2000. He sounded great, and we made plans to meet two days later at his uptown house.

As for Fats Domino, my Fairy Godmother was working her magic, as she told me to expect a phone call from Fats' daughter, Adonica.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Deacon John

March 6, 2009.

Deacon John is one of the funniest people I have met while working on the New Orleans Walls project. The idea of collecting stories from the models actually started in part thanks to him, as it was then that I realized I wasn't JUST taking pictures of all these amazing people.
His photo is one of those where something unplanned happened, something, in fact, it took me weeks to discern! When you get the book, pay attention to the shape of Deacon John's eyes, as well as the shape of the knots in the woods: you may think it was intentional, but I have to admit, that was beyond me. I think the "spirit" of New Orleans had something to do with it! (Interestingly enough, I experienced quite a few of these phenomenons throughout the project...)


That night, I visited Jan Ramsey, and at some point shared with her how worried I was getting about not hearing back from Eddie Bo, even telling her, "I will get really pissed off if anything happens to Eddie before I can get his picture." The strange thing here is that it felt like it was just my mouth saying something that my mind wasn't controlling or believing. Of course Eddie was going to be fine! There are some people I just can't picture being gone.

The next morning, I got a call from Eddie Bo...

Friday, January 28, 2011

Stacey Simmons & Trigger

March 6, 2009.

Stacey Simmons is a visionary, and if you haven’t heard of her yet (she recently made Fast Company’s list of the 100 most creative people in business), you will soon.
When I asked her to be in the book, she mentioned her horse for the photo... I loved the idea!!
Stacey learned to ride on Trigger before owning him, and fate decided that she would rescue the horse after Katrina, bringing him to her adopted Baton Rouge.
Since the pictures for the book had to be taken in New Orleans, Stacey took it upon herself to put the horse in a trailer and bring him for one day to City Park where he used to live. Needless to say, I was thrilled!
The horse behaved wonderfully except when I asked Stacey to remove his halter (what do I know?!) and Trigger started to take a stroll on his own. We barely avoided a disaster...
There aren’t many walls in City Park, but the one we finally settled on is both beautiful and meaningful; just perfect: the levee!


By-the-Way, in case you saw the picture on facebook, Trigger has one brown eye, and one blue.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Walter Wolfman Wahington

March 5, 2009.

When I first came to New Orleans a little over 20 years ago, I stayed with my sister on Magazine Street, not far from Jefferson. There was a little bar across the street from her house —it may still be there, but I don’t remember the name— where my sister insisted on taking me see this incredible blues musician who played the guitar with his teeth. This was my first introduction to Walter Wolfman Washington.

Walter’s photoshoot was as much fun as Big Al’s, and on top of the smile, I got the dancing! I usually ask the models to wear black, but Walter just doesn’t own any black clothes. Since the wall I found in his mid-city neighborhood was blue, we thought wearing turquoise might be okay. Well, it didn’t work out for the book (I had to remove the colors for the final photo) but here is another one with the blue suit:

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Big Al Carson

March 5, 2009.

Meeting Big Al Carson brought a big smile to my face: HE was all smiles during his photoshoot, and his smile was BIG, as someone who embraces life to its fullest. At least, that‘s the impression I got from him. So, of course, there is a big smile in his picture. However, when I called to get his story a few months later, what I got was rather chilling. Big Al actually shared two anecdotes, and here is the one that didn’t make it into the book: Al worked for the coroner’s office for 9 years. One day, he received a call about someone who committed suicide. As he was collecting the information, he slowly realized that he knew the address of the victim, so he asked for a name: it was his best friend.

Monday, January 24, 2011

John & Edna Kenny - Donald Harrison, Jr.

March 4, 2009.


John & Edna Kenny are some of the nicest, most genuine people I have ever met. We used to be neighbors on Magazine Street, where Edna owned an antique store and was known for years as "The Angel of Magazine Street". Unfortunately, the store had to be closed a few months ago because of John's declining health. Edna shared with me recently that when you pass a certain age and your health becomes uncertain, you have to look forward to different events to hang on to life, and she assured me that John was going to be around for their 60th anniversary on February 12, 2011, and for the book release right after that.
I sure hope so. John is quite an extraordinary man: a graduate from the Polytechnic Institute of New York, he is an author, a World War II veteran, an artist, and earned his doctorate from the Louisiana State College System in Urban Studies on his 80th birthday in 2006. He's the other Dr. John! The story he shared for the book is quite amazing as well. Since hearing it, I started using the expression "I'll take the beans" as a mean to say "I'll take the lesser of two evils."
John and Edna were some of the first people to return to New Orleans after the storm, and there is a comment Edna made that struck me: one thing she missed the most when they came back to clean up (by-the-way, her fridge was fine because before leaving town, she emptied a whole bottle of vodka in it!) was the sound of children. After not seeing any kid for months, one day Edna went to Walmart and saw a little girl: she rushed to her and just hugged her.
Edna and John's photo was taken in the parking lot behind their store, and posing them in front of the brick wall was a no-brainer: there is still so much love between these two, that when I asked them to kiss, they didn't even blink!

That afternoon, I met with Donald Harrison, Jr. who was introduced to me at Antoinette K-Doe's viewing. The contrast between the decrepit wall and Donald's perfect attire and shining saxophone created already such a powerful imagery, I only asked the musician to play. It was delightful, and a particularly quick photo shoot I wouldn't have minded lasted longer...

Friday, January 21, 2011

Maxx Sizeler, and finding the St Bernard Project - 03/03/2009

Visual artist Maxx Sizeler’s life is defined as BK and AK (Before Katrina and After Katrina). Like so many others, she lost most of her belongings to the flood, and like all those who lived through the hurricane, part of her sanity as well. This trip was an opportunity to get back in touch with many friends, and four years after the storm, I must have been a fresh ear because most of them were eager to talk about their Katrina experience. It was definitely an eye opener. I had heard a lot through news outlets, but nothing compared to first hand accounts. I still can’t grasp all that happened during Katrina, and I don’t believe any “outsider” will ever fully understand what all these people have had to endure (to this day).

Maxx’ picture was taken uptown, and the wall could not have been a better fit (which may make sense once you see the photo in the book. In case you missed the past posts, you will not see any of the actual finished photos on this blog. You may see part of a picture, or, like in the case of Bob Rue, the entire photo, but before double-exposure.)



That first week in March, 2009 was also the week I got acquainted with the St Bernard Project. With a pretty straight forward mission (“to create housing opportunities for Katrina survivors who wish to return to their homes and communities”), the organization was started by a couple of people who did understand the disaster more than anyone else, and decided to do something about it. You will get to meet Zack Rosenburg and Liz McCartney in a later post since they posed for the New Orleans Walls project. As of today, the St Bernard Project has rebuilt 342 homes, and 50 more are under construction. (As stated on their website, “a typical rebuild project takes approximately 12 weeks of volunteer labor and uses approximately $15,000 worth of building supplies." The St Bernard Project will receive 30% of the New Orleans Walls book sales.)

As for Fats Domino, I took a little step forward by being able to communicate with Tom McDermott’s student. I also started trying to contact Eddie Bo, who I used to know about 15 years ago, but wasn’t getting much luck...

Monday, January 17, 2011

Bob Rue - 03/03/2009

Remember the writing on the Oriental Rug store's wall on St Charles Avenue after Katrina? It was all over the news: "Don't try. I am sleeping with a big dog, an ugly woman, two shotguns and a claw hammer." Meet Bob Rue. Bob's sarcasm in person is just as real as on his walls, but his woman is far from being ugly. That's the "liar" side of him. Bob is described in the book as a "profound liar" — his words.
A few days after the first posting on his wall, he put up another one: "Still here. Woman left Fri. Cooking a pot of dog gumbo." Two months later, a reporter from the New York Times went to look for him to ask for the dog gumbo recipe. I guess Bob couldn't resist, and very seriously, he obliged (Bob says the reporter was French, convinced the recipe was authentic and very determined to get it — but no, we don't eat dogs in France!) Well, a couple of weeks later, he received a phone call from an editor at the New York Times who had a hint the story may not be completely true... Bob's dog is doing just fine, and he is happily married to that beautiful woman (who happens to be a dear friend of mine).
Bob's picture was taken on the steps of the old Coliseum Theater (which you may remember from a scene of "Interview with a Vampire"). Unfortunately, the steps are all that's left of the building that burnt in 2006. I asked Bob to lie on the steps, and started shooting. When I thought I was done, I packed up, but at the last minute turned around and asked Bob to get back on the steps. Here is the last picture we took, before double-imposition. It's the one that ended up in the book.


When you get the book, come back here and compare the photos. I think that picture really came to life with the double exposure.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Jan Ramsey, 03/03/2009

When I moved to New Orleans about 20 years ago, I was young, quite naive, and full of dreams. I was hoping to somehow get involved in the music business and eventually called Offbeat Magazine (THE New Orleans authority in Louisiana music). Jan Ramsey (its' publisher) answered the phone, and after hearing me, with a point of sarcasm, she said, "Good luck!"
About a year later, we found each other in a car with a few other people driving from Paris down to Southern France after a long, sleepless flight from the US. It was a trip to hell, where Jan and I became very good friends...
Her help, as well as that of a few other people I will mention later, has been crucial to the accomplishment of the New Orleans Walls project. Right away, she understood what I was trying to achieve, and she opened her mind, along with her address book. Now, for those of you who have never heard of her, Jan knows EVERYBODY in the music business in New Orleans (actually, it goes way beyond the music!)
Her picture was taken on Elysian Field, just a few blocks from her office. The wall just handed itself to the project. It’s been painted, spray-painted, gray-painted and placarded (and I’m sure a lot more has happened to it in the past couple of years.) I think we got it at a pretty good time. I’ve had friends look at the photo of Jan “in” the wall with very different interpretations. I love that!
Here is a crop of the wall:



On the Fats Domino side, I had just been introduced to my Fairy Godmother...

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Mardi Gras 2009

My second trip to New Orleans was sadly greeted by the death of Antoinette K-Doe on Mardi Gras day, February 24, 2009. Within a week, the city had lost two music legends, with Snooks Eaglin's passing just a week before. This series of deaths may have planted the seeds to try to get Fats Domino to pose for the project. I honestly can't remember how it started, but I began asking everyone I knew, "How do I get in touch with Fats Domino?" and all the answers were pretty much the same, "He's old, don't even think about it." Well, I did think about it, and I kept asking whenever it seemed appropriate.
In the meantime, it was imperative I ended this trip with more than just two pictures. So I called a few musicians I still knew. Jon Cleary was one of them, and he very graciously accepted to pose. After scouting a few walls in his neighborhood, I picked him up and took photos in front of two different walls. The inspiration for the pose usually comes with the wall. In a nutshell, here is what happens: I see "something" in the wall (a character, a symbol, an animal etc.) or I get a feeling from it, and I try to create some sort of interaction between the model and the structure. In a way it's like a dance, a waltz between the wall, the model and me.


Two days later, Tom McDermott was the model. After a particularly fun photo shoot (Tom really got into it!) we had lunch, and sure enough, I popped the question, "Do you have any idea on how to get to Fats Domino?" Guess what? He DID!! It turns out, Tom had been giving piano lessons to a dear friend of Fats. However, he had the same warning, "Fats is old, and he doesn't remember much, so don't count on it." Yet he was willing to talk to his student...

Friday, January 7, 2011

Charmaine Neville

Charmaine's photo was a major turning point for the project. That first week in New Orleans (coming back after moving away 8 years before) was rather hard, emotionally. Without going into it, let's just say that there were a series of challenging events, and Charmaine's timing couldn't have been any better, as I was starting to doubt the validity and the feasibility of the project.
I called Charmaine on Wednesday, and we arranged to meet at her house the next day (I was leaving early Friday morning). When I walked into her hallway, I noticed that it was freshly remodeled and she explained that she was still in the process of fixing up her house since being flooded after Katrina three years before (she lives in the same neighborhood as David & Roselyn, who were also still working on their home.)
Explaining the New Orleans Walls project to Charmaine turned out to be much easier than anticipated. She just looked at the original "wall" pictures (those taken 16 years ago), and was immediately very supportive. Of course she would pose! Now, I had in mind a specific "wall" image for her, but the actual wall was uptown, at least a half hour drive from where she lives. I also quickly figured out that between her touring schedule and my living 3000 miles away, if I didn't get a picture that day, I may as well forget about it. So I asked Charmaine, "If I find a wall in your neighborhood today, could we take the picture?" She thought about it briefly then she said, "I have to go to Home Depot, but we can do it when I come back."
It took about half an hour to find the right wall, which actually stands just a few blocks from Charmaine's house. One side of the wall was in the shade, which is where we took the first shots since it matched more what I had in mind. But it was too dark and too busy and it didn't work out. So we moved to the right, where the sun was: the picture turned out better than expected. It WAS Charmaine's wall. This photo will give you a little idea...


I left New Orleans the next day with just two pictures for the project; yet I knew I would be back for more.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

David & Roselyn

If you go to New Orleans and wander around the French Quarter, you can't miss David & Roselyn (unless they're playing some festival in France, Germany or else): they are street performers I met about 20 years ago, who must have been playing at least 20 years before that, probably on the same street. They are the first people who posed for the project in September 2008. I was just walking down Royal Street, scouting walls when we reunited (it was as if we had parted just days before — although I hadn't seen them in at least 8 years). Their house flooded during Katrina, and while fixing it, they were staying at a friend's house uptown where they invited me to have breakfast the next day. Since I had just spent four days driving around looking for walls, I had in mind a couple of spots near their temporary neighborhood. The first wall was mostly light pink, and I envisioned them kissing.


The sun was a little too strong, so we walked just around the corner and they started kissing again. However, something happened (that's part of the New Orleans magic...)


The image that ended up in the book shows another much different pose, and I honestly don't remember how it happened!
Once we were done taking pictures, Roselyn suggested I contact Charmaine Neville and gave me her phone number. I called her the next day...

PLEASE NOTE: Unless I change my mind, you will not see online any of the pictures that are in the book (except for the book cover).
Also remember, ALL the pictures in the book are double-exposed, thus giving a new dimension to each photo.

PS: can someone explain to me why David & Roselyn are not on TREME?? They are fantastic!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Preface

This is rather long, but I thought I'd post the preface from the book anyway, for those interested. After this I can focus on telling you about each photo session... Next post will be about David & Roselyn.


PREFACE

There is an old cliché: “What if walls could talk?” Well, walls may not literally speak, but (like other inanimate things) they hold within them a potential for expression. The artistic vision for the New Orleans Walls series first came to me in 1994 when a local musician asked me to take pictures for the cover of his upcoming album. He had chosen an old, weathered, colorful wall in the French Quarter as the background. Although the “portrait” aspect of the photo was interesting, it was the image of the wall behind the subject that made an indelible impression on me. Being from France, I missed the old buildings and walls of Europe. Such structures are evidence of the rich, collective memory of a place. I had obviously seen many New Orleans walls on a daily basis while living there, but that 1994 photo shoot made me pay attention to them. From that one wall came the inspiration for this project.
In the following months, I started looking around for unique locations, knowing I wanted to capture their visual intrigue, yet not entirely sure how to accomplish this. Then one day it came to me — I would double-expose images of people against the walls. So I called some friends to ask them to model for me. Many of the scenes were staged, but unexpected conditions and changing circumstances forced me to improvise, which gave the pictures an even greater appeal. Shot with a 35mm camera, each of these original pictures was printed from a single negative. These photographs were presented as my first gallery show in 1997, entitled New Orleans Walls. Envisioning the project and working on the original pictures was extremely gratifying on an artistic level, as well as on an emotional one. I was blessed to live in New Orleans for ten years, and even though I left in 2000, I still feel an organic connection to the city and its people.
During a conversation with a friend in early 2008, I was inspired to revisit the New Orleans Walls idea, realizing only then that the original project felt strangely incomplete. She suggested that I do it again; but this time instead of using friends as models I would use “emblematic” New Orleanians. The logistics seemed complicated, since I had, by that time, moved 2,600 miles away. Moreover, I wondered why emblematic New Orleanians would want to pose for me. My friend’s response was, “That will be the easy part!”
Later that year, I flew back to the Crescent City. During this one-week trip I drove around, scouting walls and taking only a few pictures — this time using a digital camera. Like many people, I was overwhelmed by the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and further disturbed when I realized that three years after the storm, many Americans were still disconnected from the city’s tragic situation. On my next trip the following spring, I decided to use the project to raise funds for a nonprofit organization committed to rebuilding New Orleans. Although most of the city’s walls were still standing, many needed to be rebuilt or repaired. So, when it came time to choose a beneficiary for the sales of the book, I chose the St. Bernard Project (www.StBernardProject.org), whose mission is to create housing opportunities for Katrina survivors who wish to return to their homes and communities — walls and all.
New Orleans has so many “characters” that any attempt to be comprehensive would have been futile, and as it is, I am grateful that so many people trusted me enough to pose for the photos. What turned out to be more challenging than finding models was the logistics of photographing them with the walls. On my first trip back to New Orleans I had envisioned finding walls, and having models meet me at a chosen location. Well, by that time I had become detached from the demands of “urban living,” and had forgotten that what takes five minutes to drive in my small North Idaho town takes at least 30 minutes in a major metropolitan area. If I hadn’t changed my strategy, I would never have gotten any photos taken. So I decided to use, almost exclusively, walls that could be found in the neighborhoods where the models lived. Finding each wall took an average of 45 minutes, while taking the actual picture took a fraction of that time. For most of the photographs, I already had a vision in my head. This vision, combined with the individual flair of each model, gave rise to the overall effect, which preserves the “inner life” of each wall, the distinctive personality of the model, and (most importantly) the interaction between the two.
Although my original idea was to create a book of photographs, a couple of things happened along the way that altered this plan: First of all, I started to revisit the meaning of why I began the project in the first place, which had been (in part) my way of confronting and tearing down my own “inner” walls. Using photography, as well as the highly-charged and personally meaningful subject matter of New Orleans, offered an opportunity to explore this theme of “walls” in a way that could transcend my own experience, and move the project toward something more universal.
Secondly, the models started talking to me during the photo shoots, and their dialogue sparked an idea for a new dimension of the project. I asked people to share specific, significant moments in their lives, providing the unique texts that now accompany the photos. These narratives have no direct connection with the images, other than the fact that the models are the ones telling them, and there is obviously a “New Orleans connection.” Although not all of the pictures have an accompanying story, those collected were recorded from the models and later transcribed, a process that has been extremely gratifying. The stories made me laugh and also cringe, gave me goose bumps, had me dumbfounded, and left me wanting more.
New Orleans Walls has been fifteen years in the making. The resulting images and text speak to the resilience and the character of the people of New Orleans. In front of these walls, the models let down their own personal barriers, and shared with me the joy, sadness, pride, fear, astonishment, love, wistfulness, strength and hope that is so common to the residents of this great American city.
It is my hope that the photos and stories will move you as well.

Monday, January 3, 2011

How it all started...

About 16 years ago, I was asked by musician Anders Osborne to take the picture for his upcoming CD in front of a weathered wall of the French Quarter. This is the cover of the album, and the wall that started it all:


Once I began paying attention to all the other walls, I became obsessed about finding a way to photograph them. It eventually came to me in a dream state, and after I totally woke up, I called a friend. These are some of the very first pictures I took (these walls were by Tchoupitoulas, and they are all gone now):




Envisioning the project and working on the original pictures was extremely gratifying, on an artistic level as well as an emotional one. I was blessed to live in New Orleans for ten years, and even though I left in 2000, I still feel an organic connection to the city and its people. This book is my way of giving back.