A 19-year-old was killed and a 22-year-old was wounded in a Sunday afternoon shooting in the River Garden development, and police are requesting the public’s help finding a car that may have been involved, authorities said.
The New Orleans Film Society is hosting its annual Oscar party tonight at Prytania Theatre, complete with film trivia and a costume contest. Meanwhile, the society is also looking for supporters to help purchase a screen and projector for an outdoor film series.
Details on both tonight’s party at the Prytania and the “Movies to Geaux” project are below, via email:
By now the streets have all been swept clean, the costumes put away, the restorative concoctions mixed and drunk, and the beads mostly fallen from the trees. Wet, chaotic, and unpredictable though it may have been, Carnival was no less fun for it, and as we gingerly ease into Lent it’s worth looking back on all the good times that we had.
Since we still have a few restorative concoctions left to drink, here are a few highlights of the Uptown parades in absolutely no order whatsoever.
With an apparent lull in armed robberies in the Uptown area, Second District investigators are turning their attention to reopening some of the unsolved cases from before the Carnival season, and honored one team of detectives for extensive legwork that led to an armed robbery arrest.
The “Evening of Difficult Music” series at McKeown’s Books (4737 Tchoupitoulas) will feature nine composers from the Department of Music at Tulane University in a presentation of computer music and sound art called “Listen Closely” at 8 p.m. tonight.
With Carnival season just ended, all of us look back on our parade and partying times with plenty of enthusiasm. If we’re particularly lucky, we can say we had friends/family in town and we were able to take them out to a really nice place to eat or, at the very least, we were able to work up something on our own to make the party special. Even if we didn’t actually cook, we were able to throw something out there to make it all seem more, well, partylike. A sandwich tray. Some store-bought gumbo. A King Cake. SOMEthing.
An aggrieved mother’s heart-rending tale of drunken cruelty to her young daughter on the upper Magazine Street section of the Muses parade has drawn nearly 400 responses in 24 hours. Outraged at the brutal behavior of the college-aged parade goers, readers quickly began volunteering to send their own Muses shoes to the broken-hearted child, and the Krewe of Muses itself reassembled this morning “give her a little of the Muses parade she missed.”
Maya Rodriguez of our reporting partners at WWL was at the celebration:
Even though my career centers around fashion, I’ve never felt obligated to fall victim to every single fad that comes along. There’s a reason we cringe at old photos (although those combat boots and baby doll dresses I wore in the ‘90s are the thing now, but I digress).
Now, personal style? That is something else entirely, and so many New Orleanians have it. From the guy in the-three piece suit waiting to catch the street car on a Wednesday morning, to the girl who makes her own clothes, that’s what I’m interested in. Not what the magazines say are the hot new trend, not what the malls are churning out — I want to see the unique, highly individualized stuff.
Although it did rain at times during Mardi Gras 2012, it certainly didn’t dampen the spirit of one of the best Carnivals of all time.
The hotels were full, the crowds were huge, the parades may have been the best ever, millions of throws filled the air, the publicity was almost all positive and it sent forth a clear message: Metro New Orleans is back, better than ever.
Police seized four handguns within three hours along a two-block stretch of St. Charles Avenue near Eighth Street during the parades on Fat Tuesday, and a man was carjacked at gunpoint several blocks away later that evening, authorities said.
Each season’s close arrives inevitably, and no party ends without some amount of waste. At Mardi Gras, “the world’s biggest free party” as my old man used to say, the amount of refuse generated can absolutely stagger the synapses. Until you witness the end of Fat Tuesday on St. Charles Avenue as the sunset breaks into dusk, you can only imagine. The caucophonous whir of hand-labored rakes amid clean-up banter, flashing hazard lights, and heavy equipment shoveling all the gras doo to where? Throws often attain second and third lives, but those are what’s caught. What gets trampled underfoot will likely be set adrift on a garbage barge near you.
She meanders into the coffee shop on a Saturday morning, three days before Mardi Gras. She is graced in a pink bob wig, sparkly purple-and-gold dark sunglasses, an orange-and-gold muumuu and beads dangling from her neck. She orders a very strong dark coffee, scans the room and takes a seat. For that moment, she is whoever she wants to be, hidden behind the costume she has created for that day.
On a beautiful Fat Tuesday, enthusiastic crowds met the Krewes of Zulu and Rex along their Uptown routes to close out the Carnival season.
Each of the Lundi Gras parades this year did what they do best: The Krewe of Tucks served up raunchy, high-concept satire; the Krewe of Proteus evoked the grandeur of aquatic mythologies; and the Krewe of Orpheus produced its immensely popular spectacle of light and music.
After Saturday’s cancellations, Uptown parade-goers were treated to a total of six parades Sunday — five in the morning, and the superkrewe Bacchus in the evening — with dense crowds along the entirety of each route.
Despite a steady, soaking rain Saturday night, the storm troopers and starfighters of the Krewe of Chewbacchus soldiered through the Lower Garden District, greeting spectators with far more than just a mere “Nanoo Nanoo.”
Actor Will Ferrell, who will reign as Bacchus XLIV in his first Mardi Gras parade on Sunday, received his crown at Children’s Hospital on Friday and then visited with patients and families there, according to our partners at WWL-TV.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite records was by The Three Stooges, called “I Caught A Cold For Christmas.” I played that little yellow piece of vinyl until the needle nearly wore through, even though the Stooges were huffing into their later years. I’ve been reminded of that this past week, though I could have been singing “I Caught The Crud For Carnival.” TBK and I have been battling an upper respiratory thing that forced us to miss the Wednesday night parades and, unless there is a sudden healing as I write this, Muses et al. I am sure you at least know several who have had it.