Thursday, August 7, 2014
The last time I made it out to Jean Lafitte National Park was in April. I grew up in the area, with the swamp butting up against our house. Armadillos frequently tunneled into our backyard and if we stood atop the levee we'd find gator eyes staring back at us. Going outside after dusk during the summer was crossing enemy lines, diving head first into a mosquito combat zone. I remember my family went to an outdoor performance of Camelot at Loyola University once, and my adolescent, humidity soaked brain couldn't comphrend that one could sit in the city at 8:00pm and not be eaten alive by the little blood suckers. When you live next to the swamp, bugs are just a way of life.
My mom still lives near my childhood home, and once in a while I like to stroll through Jean Lafitte when I'm on that side of the river. I know a lot of people are squeamish when it comes to reptiles and insects (minus the mosquitoes), but I look forward to these encounters. I spotted a rat snake, two alligators, a handful of banana spiders and an unending supply of katydids on my last trip. That said, I'll jump through the ceiling if I see a cockroach in my kitchen. Hey, even this tomboy from Southern Louisiana is allowed to have her buggy fears, right?
More pictures on my Tumblr: christylorio.tumblr.com
Friday, August 1, 2014
I drive by this cemetery on Valence Street fairly often. The smaller neighborhood graveyards are overshadowed by their grander, more famous St. Louis Cemetery, Greenwood Cemetery, etc... which is fine with me; I'll take solitude over throngs of tourists any day.
Friday, July 25, 2014
I started Slow Southern Style in 2009 as a fashion blog that promoted southern fashion. Since then, it's evolved, or maybe devolved, into something more personal. My focus here has shifted, but I still heart fashion, even if I don't talk about it on the internet as much as I used to. I also haven't been buying clothes as much as I did when I worked in retail. What used to be a $200 a month habit, (a paltry amount for some, an exorbitant sum for others) it now takes me months to spend that much on clothes. Truth is, in order to blog about fashion you have to constantly rotate your wardrobe and quite frankly, I just don't care about the newest, shiniest things. I've never been super trendy, but I've quit caring about fads even more and I'm okay with that. I feel like I'm dressing like myself, for myself and that makes me content.
That said, I started a Slow Southern Style Instagram account to get back to my roots a little bit, but this site will remain just whatever the hell I want it to be. Here are a few iPhone photos I took this past summer. If you're interested in better quality photos, and I know that you are, follow my Tumblr: christylorio.tumblr.com.
|Can't stop won't stop with the ostentatious snake jewelry.|
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Eventually the perks that come with your zip code become as commonplace and mundane as stopping for a red light in the middle of the afternoon. It's been my mission this summer to do a little exploring in my own backyard, traveling to places that I always find a reason to talk myself out of going to. Even though the French Quarter is just a 15 minute car ride (or a 30 minute bike ride) from my house, somehow I always make an excuse not to go. It's too hot outside. It's too cold outside. The parking sucks. I don't feel like dealing with tourists. I'm trying not to spend money/drink/I don't feel like walking. Sometimes you just have to say "screw it" and do something fun. I took a few of these photos on the Fourth of July, hence the fireworks, but I've been back twice since then. Might as well, right?