N'awlins!!

If you say 'n'awlins' I'm pretty sure you are also an outsider. An outsider like me. Its 'new awlins' dear!

a thin boy on a skateboard.... he swooped past me, stopped suddenly... the board was in his hands in a swift graceful movement.... and see!.. he also took out a camera.... a tiny digital machine... the type which Godard says would define the future of images... he points his camera to a wall on the other side of the street.

It was before I saw the skateboard-boy that I found a man in a brown beard and white pants playing his violin just outside the doors of an art store. It was downtown-dusk by then. The shadows of the tallest of the buildings were already having a feast of the tinted walls of the French Quarters neighbourhood. So it was that violin that demanded attention of both of us. The skateboard boy and me. And we were at once busy in composing our own images of the neighbourhood.

This is New Orleans!... Where images don't collide but coexist, where decadence coexists with all the finer emotional cues... where red coexists with yellow with equal ease as the dusky magenta sharing the space with royal blue....