When they named Big 9 Social Aid and Pleasure Club they were not kidding.
This was one of the biggest second lines we attended all year long with multiple floats, brass bands, and folks dressed as royalty.
We knew it was a big deal when a flotilla of Louisiana State Police swung into motion in their SUV cruisers to provide traffic coordination. NOPD usually plays this role.
The party started at Siberia, the live music club/Polish restaurant on St. Claude Avenue.
I love this woman’s face. She is just beautiful.
Thousands of people roared their approval when Big 9 came stepping out of Siberia and onto the St. Claude blacktop.
We don’t want to ever live in a city where gentleman like this are not rolling down the streets selling daiquiris from pull cart machines powered by diesel generators. It’s unthinkable that the rest of the US does not get to experience this pleasure.
This man controls the ropes that keep the spectators at bay so the brass bands can play without being swarmed upon by the partygoers.
This man was the best dancer of the day. You can’t tell from this photo but his moves were so suave and he was so silky smooth.
Royalty, perhaps a princess? She appeared to be quite somber during the affair. Her expression never changed.
This man however was the life of the party. He couldn’t walk ten feet without people hugging him. He smiles and laughs his way through life.
Every party has its casualties and this young man proved the rule. He was having a hard time with basic motor skills.
9th Ward royalty.
We love the women in all their finery.
A previous Big 9 queen.
Another striking beauty, she was flinging incredible beads to the throngs.
There were so many floats it was dizzying. Big 9 Social Aid and Pleasure Club pulled out all the stops.
The music was sublime.
We’ve never been so happy to have the train block the tracks on St. Claude.
It gave the bands the opportunity to improvise and street-jam for a few minutes while we all milled about.
Hard working brass man sweating it out.
Cleaning up all the feathers and glitter off St Claude requires a squadron of workers.
Sartorial splendor y’all.
We love that all the partygoers spend their mornings rifling through their closets to find the best possible outfits to wear to the parade.
No shortage of royalty in the 9th Ward yesterday.
Sweating on a hot Autumn day.There were so many floats packed with beautiful young ladies yesterday. It was a great day to be alive in the greatest ward in all of New Orleans: The 9th.