I look for stories that celebrate life’s more intimate moments. In doing so I’m questionably the same
person who knowingly wansts to be a visual storyteller.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

key weird


I spent a few weeks in Key West, FL living on and off a sailboat. I was on when the weather was sufferable - usually before 6:30 am and after 8 p.m. - and was off when I wanted air-conditioning. In between I had the pleasure of meeting a cast of liveaboards and those skilled in their version of creative activity.

And Mallory Square was their spot.

Just like Chinatowns are the attraction to every American city, Mallory Square is a sensation to Key West. Vendors tempt watchers with painted paddles and trained cats. Here a couple gets ready for their sunset performance. They begin like every other night... muster at reverie by blowing a conch shell, keeping an edge by intermittently cracking a whip and culminating the show with sticking swords into a box occupied by the lady assistant. Some nights they make a decent buck - I think- but moreover I would have to say it gives them a kind of inheritance to what's touted as Key Weird. 

No comments:

Post a Comment