Hello, hello! Many apologies for the long absence
and all the tumbleweeds drifting around these parts!
I am returned from my travels, which proved far too
fun and chaotically action-packed to do any of the
updates I had anticipated. In fact, I barely had time
to flick a finger towards my laptop – which was
remarkably freeing! Now I am come home,
and the seemingly inevitable Mardi Gras crud
has caught up with me. I am sadly sniffly and febrile,
and fervently wishing I weren’t! Though it is funny
(in a gallows sort of way) to see that the various flux
and malaises have their original epicenter in Louisiana,
and are now winging their way through the country with
the diaspora of revelers returning home. Check out this map
of flu trends in the US! How many people totally depleted
their immune systems partying, and are now paying the price?
Lots and lots, and I dejectedly among that number! Oh, aches!
So, since I never even got around to posting anything from last
Mardi Gras (yes, I always seem to be about a year late with these
things – it’s totally ridiculous!) I will be devoting this sober Lenten
(ha) season to almost nothing but debauchery and costumes!
Speaking of – this year I actually had to bow out of all Lundi Gras
naughtiness, as I had my nose firmly to the grindstone frantically
trying to finish my Mardi Gras costume. Never again! I missed the
Poux Ball, and I’m quite heartbroken. I heard it was the best one yet,
replete with naked knife-fights for the crown! What’s that? You’re
unfamiliar with the infamous Krew du Poüx? Shame! Let this
wonderful little mini-documentary be an introduction to you:


I was so bummed to miss Poux, especially since it meant not being given
one of the much-coveted commemorative handmade glass medallions,
a grand Poux-doubloon if you will. Lucky stars for me! My dear friend
Forest had kept one warm and close to his heart for me. Good thing
I went out Ash Wednesday, eh? So here are my treasures, which oddly
enough I never cared about collecting until the hurricane blew me west.

Typical Poux antics. I believe this is some sort of trebuchet, no?

Randall and Drew in their amazing ensembles. They make me so happy.

Tanya Solomon (aka Dr. Flummox) is a great clown. Not the bad kind. The good kind. Really!

Liser is the big bad wolf and little red riding hood simultaneously. It happens.

Ratty and Oops were the King and Queen of Poux!
This year they won their crowns again (yes, the
naked knife-fight!) and continue to reign triumphant!

Myrtle von Damitz III, odalisque-ing out with Drew’s giant neon head.

Laron + Kelvin, two of my favorite NOLA/NYC darlings.

Jock is the leader of the 9th Ward Marching Band, a gentleman and a great dancer.

Haley Lou Haden has a stick ’em tattoo of toast, and I love her.
Hungry for more Lundi Gras Poux?
★ Here’s more photos from Lundi Gras 2009, just for you!
★ Lundi Gras Valentine
★ Lundi Gras (A pictorial essay on the nature of debauchery)
★ Vicissitudes from Cradle
★ Voila les petites creatures musicales qui se cachent dans les fleurs!