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Benjamin Morris

  • With Words and With Pretty: Super Sunday 2011

    With the exception of sporadic documentaries, books and a small but dedicated scholarly following, Mardi Gras Indians have remained comparatively unknown to much of the world outside New Orleans.

  • Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #6

    The final dispatch from Benjamin Morris, who covered New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011 for The Rumpus: The problem of Mardi Gras—of the day itself, Fat Tuesday—is that you only have one body. Consider the map of the day. Uptown, you…

  • Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #5

    Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: Some nights only begin once you get hit in the face. I never saw it coming, though I’m not sure the rider in Bacchus could say the same. The…

  • Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #4

    Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: If there’s one lesson we know well here in New Orleans, it’s that none of us are immune to the elements. It’s only a matter of time before a…

  • Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #3

    Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: “I thought I’d be happy with just one!” Kellie says, her slender frame weighed down under two full pounds of beads. Around her neck they gleam in a perfect…

  • Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #2

    Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: “Y’all ready?” I ask the cops, clustered near the corner of Napoleon and St Charles. “Been ready,” one shoots right back at me. “Just ready to get it done.”…

  • Throw Me Something, Mister:
    Mardi Gras Dispatch #1

    Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: This is how it begins: with a lot of standing around. Some of us are drunk. Some of us are getting there, some of us are dead sober, but…

  • GENERATION GAP #7: Mario Tama’s New Orleans

    Now that It is over—now that the circus has come and gone, its glaring lights, its grips and its roadies; now that the visiting dignitaries have made their dignified departures and the newspapers have returned to publishing news