"To be here is to enter a world that slips in and out of time, a world of decay and transcendant beauty. Structures set on an ancient grid lie derelict, dreaming in the subtropical heat. The brilliant light of mid-day reveals brick and stucco drenched in muggy pinks and brilliant scarlet, facades broken only by shuttered casements and the cast-iron grillwork of haunted balconies. These are not idealized structures. Their beauty is of another sort, composed of cracks, stains, and layers of peeling paint, an aesthetics of erosion and neglect."
Dirk Hine über New Orleans