Mardi Gras. For many non-locals memories of hurricane drinks or boobs for beads enter their thoughts. Maybe even some vague flashing memory of actually being at Mardi Gras once before.
For myself Mardi Gras boils down to one day. My ride with The Tucksedeauxs. This particular float is full of close friends who have given me the distinct honor of riding with them to document what is to them a day that rivals Christmas morning. I have to say that analogy is spot on. The time and effort that these guys and gals put into making this day epic is nothing short of spectacular. This float and many others are full of the everyday locals and "normal" folk" you walk by everyday! Watching them enjoy the day behind white masks and beaded corsets reminds me of the line from the movie Fight Club, "We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep. Do not f@*k with us." I'm not sure why that quote comes to mind. Most likely it is has something to do with the masks and anonymity of the riders. I hope it's not because of our underground fight clubs. I'm in trouble now. I just broke the first rule of fight club!
These are some of my favorite images from our ride and portrait session!
Laissez les bon temps roulez