A rainy day in New Orleans – Parisa Azadi – Day 03

I spent a rainy afternoon shooting with photographer Zack Smith in the French Quarter in New Orleans. We met at a local coffee shop early morning and set out from there.

I was a little disappointed that it was raining but Zack reminded me that sometimes rainy days are the best time to shoot. Zack taught me a lot that day about observing and how rain can transform a picture. He encouraged me to pay attention to how people were moving in the rain, how they walk and stand differently when its raining. There is something magical about the rain in New Orleans and I wanted to capture that essence. I put my umbrella away and put a plastic cover over my camera and started to walk around.


Cafe du Monde. New Orleans 2012. (Parisa Azadi)

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A second line for Uncle Lionel – Parisa Azadi – Day 02

For the past two months, I’ve been documenting the second line culture in New Orleans. A second line parade has it’s roots in the New Orleans Jazz funerals and it has two parts. The “first line” which is also known as the main line is the hearse, the band, and the family. The second line refers to the group of people who follow and dance behind the band. Dancing in the streets and sidewalks is part of the second line experience and it is a critical aspect of a traditional Jazz funeral.


A boy dances in a traditional second line parade on Canal street in New Orleans. (Parisa Azadi)

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Back Home In N’awlins – Parisa Azadi – Day 01

New Orleans. N’awlins. The Big Easy. The City That Care Forgot. People call this city many things, but I call this city home. I traveled back here from Vancouver in July and it wasn’t easy. I had no idea what to expect after three years away. The face of New Orleans has changed since I left it. The city is gentrifying. Racism, classism and capitalism are significantly changing the dynamic and identity of many communities.

On my last two trips, I was documenting the rebuilding process after hurricane Katrina and immersing myself in the rich culture and community. I wanted to return to the place I fell in love with and to the people with whom I developed a profound connection. There is something magical about New Orleans.


Women dance in the rain during a drum circle in Congo Square in New Orleans. Congo Square in Armstrong Park is the epicenter of African culture. Every Sunday afternoon, local musicians gather with their percussion instruments at Congo Square for weekly drum circle jam sessions. (Parisa Azadi)

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Mandela: Do we love him too much? – James Oatway – Day 03

On the occasion of Nelson Mandela’s 94th Birthday today, I thought that it would be fitting to write about my personal connection to him. Many people have begun to call South Africa’s love of Mandela unhealthy, bordering on idol worship. They are probably right.

There were many others who made huge personal sacrifices for the freedom of South Africa – some of their names are not even known. Whether it is right or wrong, we love him dearly. I will write about why he is important to me.

Oatway_Day03 Launch of Nelson Mandela Children’s Hospital, Wits University, Johannesburg, 2009. (James Oatway)

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