Second Line Love 

I was walking in New Orleans along the route of a second line parade, which meant people, costumes, beads, joy, decadence, and loose presentation styles, ranging from live brass bands with 10 musicians to groups of people freely dancing on a flatbed truck with the boombox blasting, cocktail glasses in hands. A friendly tradition. When these two men floated by, they channeled my long dead father, who loved dressing with color and flare, partied hard and loved a crowd. These guys positively gleamed in matching jackets, staring into the lens with love and a slice of sexy.

New Orleans, LA