MEN WILL BE GIRLS, Bourbon Street, The French Quarter, New Orleans 1992.

When you walked down Bourbon Street in ’92 it was like listening to a radio being tuned – blues, cajun, country, rock & roll blasted out from the many and varied bars along the way. It was also a hot-bed of vice catering to whatever turned people on. 

The French Quarter was a good place to take photographs and I carried my camera with me every time I ventured out. To me the ‘Do Not Take Pictures.’ sign above the entrance to this club was like a red rag to a bull, so I couldn’t resist it.

This shot was used for the second No Particular Place To Go exhibition. The poster is included here for your perusal.