Louis Maistros: Lower Decatur Street, New Orleans

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In addition to being an excellent event/candid street photographer, and my friend, Louis Maistros is also an impressive author. I am just beginning his book, The Sound of Building Coffins. It’s looking to be some of the best fiction I’ve ever read. The writing is lyrical and sophisticated without being pretentious — in fact I find the use of language seducing and empathetic in a way that showcases little glimmers of poetic justice, which to me is the perfect compliment for subject matter that is thus far very dark (chuckles gleefully).

It took me a chapter or two to get used to the theatrics in the story telling, and I wouldn’t call this light reading in terms of how ones brain might maneuver absorbing how the story is told, but I settled in quickly and highly suggest pushing through if you happen to share in that bit of resistence. Metaphore gems include an angry mob being “whipped up into a murderous lather” and the notion that, frankly, God is a nag. The circumstantial story is very different from the show, but I am pretty fucking sure if you appreciated the ways in which I crafted Obsidian, you will similarly value the experience of reading his work.