17 Photos I’ve Taken Since I Moved To New Orleans

It hasn’t been a bland seven weeks.

This is a frozen treat that two very wonderful people sold me off their front porch. I love it here.

I moved to New Orleans from Brooklyn on June 30th, my birthday. I liked the symbolism of it all but in reality you should never spend your birthday waiting in an hour-long line to check three giant bags at 5am, if you can help it.

It’s been seven weeks (somehow) and in scrolling through my phone looking for shit to…