here for DesCours, which depending on your franglo is a pun with 'discourse' or 'decor', and irregardless of your linguistic idosynchracies the first year of a city-wide art & architectural event in new orleans.
after 3 days of humid rather greuling setup, i was finally able to relax a bit and take in this swampy global creole; everyone's been absolutely fantastic and i've seen some of the most surreal things ever:
abandoned houses in the ghetto turned into art galleries. painted blue with the word (america). outside our tiny circle, random street interactions: thugged out crew saving random drunken man from getting hit by a car, and anything resembling aggression usualy diffuses into lateral mumbling without conflict. people breaking into kirscha's house to steal not money, not computers, but wine. glowing pink fog blur houses. rainbows.