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17 Dec 2008 06:00
Three years after hurricane Katrina, New Orleans is mounting the United States’s biggest biennial of modern art. Teri Grenert reports on a project
that is helping to restore tourism to a unique city
You may not buy into voodoo or make sense of the gris-gris Dr John sings about, but New Orleans exudes a special quality that charms people into coming back again and again.
I’ve been a few times since my first visit in the early 1990s, and can’t imagine a time when I won’t feel the urge to experience the strange delights of the Ernie K-Doe Mother-in-Law Lounge (1500 N Claiborne Ave, k-doe.com), essentially a shrine to the man who penned Here Come the Girls and the 1961 hit which lends the bar its name.
It’s filled with memorabilia, photos, bejewelled stage clobber and other reminders of his fabulousness—don’t be frightened by the crowned, life-size mannequin.
Sitting in Ernie K-Doe’s listening to soul blasting from the jukebox, it’s easy to forget that just a few blocks away lie the ghost-town streets of abandoned homes, devastated when hurricane Katrina swept through the city three years ago. It’s business as usual in this neighbourhood, and in the touristy French Quarter too. Visitors still pile into Acme Oyster House (724 Iberville Street, acmeoyster.com) to wolf down a pound of spicy boiled crawfish or a plate of chargrilled oysters, or settle at Cafe Du Monde (1039 Decatur Street, cafedumonde.com) to enjoy chicory coffee and sugar-coated beignets as live jazz emanates from the street corner. The tacky bars of Bourbon Street still sell stomachchurning quantities of alcohol, and hurricanes proudly remain on cocktail lists.
The only thing missing is tourists. Although numbers are creeping up, they are still below the pre-Katrina level of about 10-million a year. High-profile events such as the NBA All-Star Game have been held here to draw people back. But the latest project is the most ambitious yet. Prospect.1 New Orleans is the biggest biennial of contemporary art ever to be held in the United States, bringing together work by 81 international artists. Organised by Dan Cameron, director of visual arts at the Contemporary Arts Centre in New Orleans, it is designed to appeal to regular art followers from around the world, while also showcasing and re-energising the local art scene, and is expected to bring in about 50 000 out-of-towners. The show takes place all over the city until January 18, and visitors are being shuttled on complimentary buses between museums, galleries, public buildings, warehouses and makeshift exhibition spaces.
I was in New Orleans with my friends Chelsea and Aaron, who make frequent visits from their home in Austin to explore the Crescent City’s music scene. Here R&B still means rhythm and blues, and many of the artists most associated with the city continue to play regularly, among them Irma Thomas, Eddie Bo, the ubiquitous Dr John and occasionally the octogenarian Fats Domino, while the Preservation Hall Jazz Band keep the spirit of Dixieland alive. All of this comes together in the city’s annual Jazzfest (nojazzfest.com) in April/May, a celebration of all New Orleans music, from jazz and R&B to cajun, zydeco, swamp pop and gospel.
Cameron became addicted to the city and its overwhelming, freewheeling atmosphere during the 1987 Jazzfest, and made regular forays from New York to get his annual fix at the event, often encouraging fellow New Yorkers and Europeans to take part in the festivities. But when he returned in January 2006 for a panel discussion on post-Katrina art and the future of New Orleans culture at the Arthur Roger Gallery, he decided to use his curating experience to help the city rebuild itself culturally.
‘In a little way, Prospect.1 was about continuing what I’d been doing all along, trying to stimulate in other people at least a curiosity in New Orleans and get them here. I thought that once they experienced the city first-hand they would feel about it the same way I felt: they would want to get involved.”
Chelsea, Aaron and I were crashing at a friend’s cottage in the Treme neighbourhood; another friend was staying at nearby bed and breakfast, the House on Bayou Road (2275 Bayou Road, houseonbayouroad.com), a beautiful late 18th-century Creole plantation house surrounded by a white picket fence and lush gardens. When the smell of something tasty came wafting through the lobby—they host cooking schools on Creole and Cajun cuisine—I was tempted to stay there myself.
But we had booked dinner at Lola’s (3312 Esplanade Ave, 504 488 6946), a fantastic one-room establishment adorned with paintings by a local artist. We over-ordered from numerous tempting Mediterranean and Spanish dishes—garlic mushrooms and calamari with a spicy red pepper sauce, seafood soup, ajo blanco and paella—prepared in the behind-the-counter kitchen and washed down with their own sangria. Then, stomachs satisfied, we headed to the French Quarter for some musical entertainment.
At Mimi’s in the Marigny, a bar with a tapas menu and a decent selection of wine and spirits, DJs and live performances attract a hipster crowd. We were lucky on the night to catch local rhythm & blues man Guitar Lightnin’ Lee playing, and quickly got down to some unrestrained hip shaking.
We weren’t planning to take in any art until our visit to some of the biennial sites the following day, but as we walked down the road past David Baron’s home-cum-gallery (Caribbean Arts Ltd, 720 Franklin Ave, 504 943 3858) we were invited in for an after-hours tour. David, an eccentric who seems more suited to the languid environs of New Orleans than his original home of New York, greeted us in silk robe, cravat and slippers, and happily showed us his collection of colourful Haitian art covering the walls from floor to ceiling. After this unplanned, late-night cultural experience, we headed off in search of one last cocktail.
The night took its predictable toll, and the next day I wasn’t sure how I’d be affected by my first visit to the flood-devastated Lower 9th Ward, where much of the site-specific work is on display. Although only the most heartless person could fail to be moved by the state of the neighbourhood—evacuated homes sit empty with giant markings left by rescuers to indicate corpses, and sad, deserted stoops in overgrown lots are the only evidence of family homes—it’s encouraging to see at least some residents have returned. These are the streets that have especially inspired and moved many of the artists taking part in the biennial.
‘Artists are working with the community, dealing with the neighbours,” said Cameron. ‘Brad Pitt’s thing [the Make It Right housing project] is just up the street—it’s all an amazing arena for positive change—and to include art in that arena was important. A painting can take on a whole new dimension here.”
The Lower 9th is where you’ll find Robin Rhode’s remembrance fountain in the urinal of an abandoned kids’ playground, the only structure left from the school it belonged to, and Los Angeles artist Mark Bradford’s enormous ark, made of debris plastered with fly posters, which stands at the same height the floodwaters reached on this side of Caffin Avenue. Chilean artist Sebastian Preece has relocated pieces from an archaeological excavation of three local sites to create his installation, and Kenyan artist Wangechi Mutu’s work resembles the bare bones of a house; it sits on the lot of an elderly Miss Sarah, whose rebuilding plans ceased when contractors went AWOL with her funds.
Mutu’s work is located across the street from the L9 Centre for the Arts, opened last year by local photographers Keith Calhoun and Chandra McCormick, whose images of this neighbourhood capture a 30-year span. ‘I think the struggle is to keep a light in the community, to show something positive and vibrant. I feel like L9 is the beginning,” said Calhoun.
His attitude must have struck a note with a few of the artists who made regular visits to L9 while in town. Check out the backyard of the gallery and you’ll see an unexpected collaboration: the patio Preece laid and the colourful fence Bradford helped piece together from found doors. Sobering stuff—quite literally in our hungover state—but inspiring rather than grim. And that’s really the feeling we get from everything we see here, one of hope and indomitable spirit.
Tourists that we are, we troop back to the French Quarter for some traditional fine dining at the elegant Galatoire’s (209 Bourbon Street, galatoires.com), followed by drinks at the surreal, circus-themed Carousel Bar at the Hotel Monteleone (214 Rue Royale, hotelmonteleone.com), a literary landmark thanks to former guests William Faulkner, Truman Capote and Tennessee Williams, who mentions it in the play The Rose Tattoo.
People often say New Orleans is unlike anywhere else in the US, and after a day that began with devastation and ends sitting drinking a cocktail alongside a rotating, ornate merry-go-round, that’s a hard statement to deny.—
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