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I have experienced my own
Cinderella story through the magic of Mardi Gras. As I went from handy mam in faded
jeans to pretty harlequin clown in white satin, faux diamonds and pearls.
Last Mardi Gras I donned a satin harlequin
clown outfit and set out on a Mardi Gras morning to take some pictures of
neighborhood walking clubs. My friend Holly commented "You look perfect for
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Holly invited me to their
breakfast party, where I photographed the most clever costumes up close,
Josephine Baker with banana skirt, A branch manager complete with branches a yen
and yang, A beautiful Spanish dancer, a swamp creature, all shared grits
and grillades.
I marched with them through the neighborhood. Following the
large hoops on poles satin ribbons streaming. I always have believed costuming
causes an altered state of consciousness. Was this a dream I wondered? I
was floating down Royal among the most beautiful people in costumes. Ending up
on a Royal St balcony .throwing beads to Mardi Gras revelers with
the most exclusive and private club in New Orleans. Was it real I wonder
as I search for the pretty satin harlequin clown in my reflection in the glass
of Frady's store window. |
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Bits of glitter
beads and feathers are always present hidden in the
cracked sidewalks of Bywater Marigny sidewalks courtyards and
corners. As I walk to the tracks on press street. to watch the
trains and eat my PO Boy. A purple feather breaks free
and promenades down the middle of the narrow street oblivious to
the danger of cars, one passes depositing the feather at my feet.
I retrieve it and tuck it safely in my pocket Just what I need for
a headdress, Mardi Gras never really ends in the Bywater. It
hides in the cracks and crevices of our sidewalks courtyards and
stoops glittering and winking thru the year to emerge anew .Pretty
for just a short time like Bywater's Handy Mam/Satin Clown. |
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