Friends! I have been asked to photograph the one, the only, carnival micro krewe in New Orleans… ‘tit Rǝx Parade. Attached is the official parade route… hope to see you all out there!
Parade rolls from St. Roch Tavern, 1200 St. Roch
at 5:00pm, Saturday, January 26th.
Ping Pong Ball after-party at the Allways Lounge on St. Claude
Friends… I have blogged, Facebooked, Tweeted, you name it, about this film more than anything else I’ve ever talked about. Please consider donating to their Kickstarter campaign so that we can finally see this on the big screen!
”This business fed our first responders after Katrina. Our guys put this out with their tears,” said NOFD Chief Charles Parent.
We love you Hubig’s Pie. A sad day but along with the rest of New Orleans, we’re right by your side to help in any way humanly possible. Rebuild.
A kayak used by Times-Picayune photographer John McCusker to cover Hurricane Katrina is displayed at the Newseum in Washington, D.C., in 2010. McCusker, who worked for the paper for 25 years, is being laid off. Charles Dharapak/AP
You can read more about McCusker’s struggles after Katrina here. It’s unbelievable that Advance fired him.
Via Nola Defender:
Celebrity sightings aside, living in Hollywood South doesn’t afford us too many perks when it comes to the movies themselves. Sure, some of us might get to be extras, but we have to see the movies at the same time as everyone else. (Or after depending on if the film has a tiered release schedule that favors the “primary markets”). In the case of Django Unchained, or at least its newly released trailer, we don’t even get to see ourselves on the screen. Watch the trailer after the jump, and see a movie that was shot in New Orleans, but looks like it wasn’t.
This being a Tarantino flick, be warned that there’s blood and 70s funk:
Newsprint sentimentalists are part of a shrinking club. Plenty of people care about news, but the fetishists who want it to be imprisoned on paper? We are like Shriners, once a proud, powerful bunch who now meet in little rooms and exchange secret handshakes.
Nothing gets print romanticists…