The Big Easy
Some pics from my journey/flight to New Orleans. Modern age is pretty amazing. One afternoon I'm at the Prada store asking the clerk if they have any pants with much more room in the thighs to eating amazing food and, by the same evening, blinking as slowly as the rest of the locals in "The Big Easy."
I didn't have a mild panic attack on the flight over (fist pump). The flight was empty and I got bored and started trying to experiment with different exposure times with the cabin lighting.
I've been taking a bunch of pictures but I can already tell New Orleans is about the music. Next time, I'll bring a recorder.
2 comments:
whoa ... why was that flight so empty?
The truth is, the flight really wasn't that empty, it was just empty around le poulet frit.
When people saw this dude with a backpack in extremely tight prada jeans (and you know what "extremely tight" means) taking pictures, they moved themselves and their small children as far away from him as they could get
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