New Orleans should be called The Big Hotty instead of The Big Easy. I just returned from a three day trip to New Orleans, or "Nawlins" as the locals pronounce it. We've had some pretty hot days up here in Western New York this summer, but non of them compare to the heat I experienced down there. With daily high temperatures of 102 degrees all three days with the dew point in the 80s, the apparent temperature was 114 degrees. Sweating was a given, it was spontaneous combustion we were trying to avoid.
I met Rich at New Orleans airport Sunday morning for a three day trash the dress shoot with my permamodel Stacy and her sister-in-law Becky. Stacy flew me down there as a wedding gift to Becky who eloped a year earlier and didn't have any professional wedding photos.
Becky's husband Mike is in the Navy, so we got to tour the base in Belle Chase, LA. We even got to do some photos near an F-18 painted up as a Blue Angel.
We spent most of our time though in the French Quarter doing some great photos, both day and night. I will post the photos in several sets since there are too many to do at once.
Here are some from the first night there from Bourbon Street and Coyote Ugly where the girls got to dance on the bar.
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