Driven by an instinct to go to New Orleans, I left with less than a weeks notice. When I arrived there was no plan in motion for documenting Our World Insideout. Just a hunch. The first morning there, I walked three doors down to a home where the front door was open. This open door set the course for the rest of the week. Through word of mouth, hunches by locals & by driving around, we found homes by using our senses. Most homes were unlocked, some had to be climbed to enter, some we thought we'd be driven off by pit bulls, or fall through the floor. This is a city I have yet to put to words. So many stories untold, and so many waiting to be told…

the front door read "we will be back"

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