GRAPHIC DESIGN • BOUTIQUE CREATIVE • NEW ORLEANS
DREAM • DESIRE • DESIGN
FAREWELL TO FLESH
Imagine a land reigned by a bearded king who arrives by boat to his riverside kingdom, gathering his loyal subjects so to issue a proclamation of celebration, declaring a date free from law, free from labor, and free from school. Imagine the city streets filled with friends, neighbors, and visitors who gather in masked costumes and join in a great fête for twenty-four hours as large parades toss free gifts to the crowds. Imagine this kingdom as a modern-day city called New Orleans, a season of joy known as Carnival peeking at the infamous Mardi Gras celebration where royal subjects float in parades and masses of revelers enjoy the only free show on earth.
Historically, twelve nights after Christmas, a season of great excess unfolds for the inhabitants of old New Orleans. It is a time when the flesh, the fats, the feasts, and all material pleasures are set ablaze in passion and partying. This bacchanalian tradition, with the city’s deep-set roots in Catholicism, Paganism, and Christianity, ends with Mardi Gras, a.k.a. “Fat Tuesday.” After this day of burning through flesh and fats in a final farewell, all that remains are the ashes in the morning, marking Ash Wednesday as the beginning of Lent’s forty days and forty nights of fasting, sacrifice, and self-denial.
From the moment Rex, king of Carnival, accepts the key to the city from the mayor of New Orleans, a holiday ensues. Mardi Gras is a party that the city throws for itself, and suddenly the streets become a campground where families and friends pitch tents and sleep under the stars, awaiting the early morning parades that march along St. Charles Avenue just after sunup.
Like an inverted pyramid, the city capsizes its cares, washing away the worry of the outside world and establishing a realm of exuberance and insanity. As krewes stand atop creative floats dressed in costumes and masks, the parades roll between barricaded crowds of outstretched arms, hundreds of citizens and visitors reaching for the many “throws” being tossed from the riders. Sovereign couples of kings and queens ride highly decorated thrones through numerous Mardi Gras parades, their loyal subjects throwing beads and doubloons to the people on each side, music heavy, food aplenty, drinks flowing so full the air goes drunk.
Naughty decadence and debauchery, though popularized in modern commercialism, limits itself to the stretch of Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. Yet the hallucinatory trance of Carnival consumes its partygoers like the madness of a desert mirage, enchanting with motion and transience, the city awash in musical entertainment with thematic floats parading and fellow citizens picnicking shoulder to shoulder.
This bawdy masquerade, this chance to bask in the craziness of being human, this brief moment to celebrate the uniqueness of New Orleans and chide the mundane masses of America gives the Crescent City another reason to win the hearts of those who visit. It is a time to paint the town purple, green, and gold. It is a time to express inner secrets through masquerading in feathered, sequined, glittered, and wildly imaginative garb and guise. It is the chance to wear a mask that allows only seductive eyes and sensuous lips to be exposed while everyone wonders who is behind that costume. It is a time to seize the fleeting moments of life, lean over the barricades of inhibition, and snag beaded necklaces hurling just out of reach while shouting to the passing parade krewes, “Throw me something, Mister!”