making bank off hurricane katrina photo’s.

i wrote that last post about the road trip after looking at the photos of wyatt gallery (the person), as seen in peer gallery (the place). before we got home, our last official stop was in new orleans. we stayed with a girl named necco, who threw a dance party (?) for our arrival. we met some of her friends, who were born and raised in new orleans, who had lost everything. i’m talking everything man. from childhood report cards to family members, photographs, and friends. just listening to them tell their stories almost made me cry when i was supposed to be in “party mode,” and ready to hang out, shake my stuff, dance or whatever. everything they spoke of was completely devastating, but that’s just the way it was. that was the reality that had been created for them, and they were forced to accept it. they were so numb and emotionally raw from situation that they seemed apathetic.

the next day, airzla and i went for breakfast at this “special part of town” or something. i forgot what it was, but we just “HAD” to see it, and eat this specific breakfast at this specific place. so on our way back, we got lost and ended up in a neighborhood that had been completely destroyed by the flooding. it hurt. i mean, i was hung-over from necco’s ridiculous party, and that hurt. it hurts to stub your toe. it hurts to break a leg. i’m talking a different kind of hurt though. seeing new orleans was the kind of hurt that makes you feel 6,000 pounds fatter than you really are. the kind of hurt that explodes from inside your body. you know you’re radiating pain, anger, uncertainty, and you’re still so confused, bewildered, ashamed, empathetic. the kind of hurt that makes you feel complete and total devastation, as if the world has literally stopped turning and everyone is about to take their last living breath.

seeing it on television was different man. you look at the square box in your living room, and you say “oh my god, that’s awful,” and you change the channel. but did you really think about that when it happened? what i mean to say is, did you imagine the neighborhood you currently live in, completely flooded to the tippity top of your neighbor’s roofs? did you imagine being trapped on your own roof for five long days, sitting on top of your possessions, completely stripped of anything you felt like you ever were, happy and scared to be alive? i thought that i had until we went there and was lost in the middle of it. literally defunct of direction, because the street signs were washed away, and two years later there were still downed power lines. i saw chain-link fences that only housed the skeleton of the building that used to sit on the land. it seemed like nothing had been cleaned up outside of the tourist destinations. it seemed like nobody cared to do anything about the ghost town that used to be a neighborhood. i thought i understood until i saw it all for myself and realized that it’s just incomprehensible.

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so, i dig these photographs. i mean, it’s nice to see that someone took something so ugly, so horrible, and made some really beautiful images out of it. and that’s exactly what i mean. it’s nice, but in the way you describe people. (“oh, jennifer is nice.” everyone is nice, so it must mean that jennifer is pretty lame, because you can’t think of another way to describe her. jennifer sucks.) seeing new orleans made me hold my breath because it hurt so bad to see such loss. so i guess i don’t like the idea that he’s making so much money off of these prints, the documents that describe the very nature of devastation. i give you a thumbs down man, that’s just bad chi-chi. beautiful photos, but how can you even think about profiting off of another’s loss like that? i wouldn’t sell my empathy for six thousand dollars. but i’m glad that you can, will, and have. high-five wyatt gallery, nice job.

ranting like whoa,

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~ by supahblog on February 3, 2008.

4 Responses to “making bank off hurricane katrina photo’s.”

  1. What if the dude uses 75% of the money made to create a foundation bent on rehabilitation? I would hope he is at least giving some of it to the people who had to lose everything they love so he could be a famous photographer. I’m with you on this one, man.

  2. the dude should give 75%, and the gallery representing the dude should have at least considered that option. check out the link.. there’s actually another photographer, will steacy, that’s doing the same thing. so i think the dudes, as well as the gallery get a slap on the hand for this one. i’d like to be big pimpin’ too, but damn. not like that.

  3. Wonderful evocative photos. They capture a lot of what I witnessed as a New Orleans resident after Katrina.

  4. Do not feel sorry for us. We are Americans and we will recover as we have throughout our history. Even though the Government dropped the ball big time, the People of the U.S. stepped up as as much as the government would allow.

    I was actualy on the northshore of the lake during katrina. The help started rolling in from private companies, fire dept’s, churches, doctors and just common people who wanted to lend a helping hand and we thank our fellow Americans for that.

    I really believe that if the Government would not have kept people out, that there would have been a lot more help than there was.

    In my opinion, we need to eliminate FEMA and let “the people” act as we usualy do. Helping each other in crises.

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