Before my memories of New Orleans are displaced by a flood of disaster images and articles on lawlessness and global warming, I want to share them. So we can remember the city that means so much to so many people. As I search for my favorite people and places, I find them alive and well online. New Orleans just may become the first Internet city, exiled in cyberspace. I will do my part in this electronic rebuilding by adding my shrine and lighting a few candles. New Orleans will live on.
posted by Marisa Murgatroyd @ 1:01 AM
I moved to New Orleans in 1992 at the age of fourteen. My mama found a job at the University of New Orleans, right on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain. I was an aspiring photographer and writer, deliriously documenting the city that seemed so wild and foreign to a suburban girl from Virginia. I built a darkroom in my backyard, but it was so hot in the summer that I could only work at night. So I would sleep all day, wake up, eat and go dancing, then work all night making prints, and leave in the early morning to help my mama in the garden before going to sleep again. Nothing can compare to the joy of being a teenager in New Orleans. I hope this blog can begin to express the vibrant, funky energy that is New Orleans. At the very least, I can share the New Orleans I knew and loved, the people and experiences that made me who I am. No longer a suburban girl from Virginia. I left the Crescent City in 1996 to go to college at Brown University in Rhode Island. I went on to get a Masters at the Royal College of Art in London. I am now living in Los Angeles, dreaming of New Orleans. Check out marisamurgatroyd.com for the lowdown...
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