These images do not explain themselves. They were never meant to. They come from a place a city, a people, a way of moving through the world, that has always known something the rest of the world is still trying to name.
The work moves through New Orleans and beyond it. Through ceremony and street, portraiture and stillness, the intimate and the inherited. It does not ask you to understand. It asks you to look, and to stay long enough to feel what looking does to you.
The only measure I hold myself to is this: you have to feel something. Good, unsettled, joyous, indifferent, thought provoked, it doesn’t matter which. If you felt nothing, I didn’t do my job. These photographs are my attempt to make sure that never happens.
