#new orleans gothic

[aestheteeq]

New Orleans Gothic

[swamp-gothic]

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an exhausted existential dread hanging loosely over my shoulders. My mind hadn’t stopped its roiling since I’d woken up on the banks of Bayou Sauvage. The exhaustion in my very bones wreaked turmoil so stealthily yet somehow resonating like the longest gongs of the parish’s church bells. That voice, the one swimming in the back of my head was unfaithful to its promise to make sense.

-Stormborm, [Chapter TBD]. (C.B. Winchester)

[thedustycat]

"Ici Repose" - St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, New Orleans, LA - 2006

Photography used to be a massive part of my daily life. Memories don't register in my mind as being so long ago, but looking at photos, especially my digital library where everything is dated... sometimes it makes me feel older than I normally do.

[storyvillegirl]

Dark Roadtrip #1

You pull away from the shotgun house. Away from your life. Away from the things that brought you to this place and deposited you into an existence you never asked for.

The night holds no answers. Only questions.

But as you drive away, leaving all the lights on and the radio blaring an almost-forgotten song from 1998, something whispers to you from the road ahead.

“Find what you’re searching for or search forever”

Behind you, your old life hovers. Waiting to see whether the choice you made sticks. Whether you turn back, let the weight of history settle you into the mud with tangled branches around your ankles and a placard on a tomb awaiting your name.

You don’t look back. You don’t consider what they might all find there tomorrow.

You’ve chosen the swamp road. And your search has just begun.

[luxus-aeterna]

derbès mansion gates

[steven-myself]

Voodoo- Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXXVI

[actias-lunar]

From Destroy This Memory by Richard Misrach

[honeyrosepetals]

[agirlnamedbone]

Storyville Portraits: photographs from the New Orleans red-light district, E.J. Bellocq, 1912

[lowcountry-gothic]

The ​Brevard-Wisdom-Rice House at 1239 First Street, New Orleans, LA. The inspiration for the Mayfair house in The Witching Hour.

[deadsaint444]

new orleans

[polaroidinevidence]

Photos from 2018

[swamp-gothic]

Bury me with some beers

[bazzys]

Ain't der no mo.

[storyvillegirl]

There is a steamboat that plows through the fog.

All the windows are lit, but there are no shadows within those empty rooms. People watch from the riverbank as they dance around a bonfire, wondering how one obtains a ticket to this midnight cruise. There are no tickets. No gangplank goodbyes. No arrivals to a new port.

No one sees the boat dock. No one sees the boat leave. When the fog dissipates into the grey sky just before sunrise, all anyone remembers is the windows shining through the night.

Someone you know boarded that boat once. You never saw them again. But if you listen to the song over the ghostly notes of a calliope that waft over the dark and deadly current towards the shore, their name may come to you, riding the tip of your tongue, until day breaks and you start to believe the midnight steamboat was only a dream.

[steven-myself]

Voodoo- Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXXVI