This Old House: Movin’ On Up

So you remember that big old crazy-ass house I was talking about? The one with all the labyrinthine twists and turns? The great house-a-logical puzzle? Well, um, we’re living in it now. Yep, all fixed up (well, mostly) and ready for the habitating. (Actually, we’ve been in for a few weeks, but I’ve been woefully slacking on my house-updates — too busy luxuriating in the splendor.)

How about a little bit of celebratory historical context (from my recent Petey-photo-archives dive):



Left: The house as it looked fifty-nine years ago, when my grandparents, dad, etc. moved in. (Note the freakishly-rare-in-New-Orleans snow on the ground.)

Right: The house as it looks now, when my self, wife, kids, dogs, and cats moved in. (Note the utterly-typical-in-New-Orleans absence of snow on the ground.)

I could gush at length, but for the moment, I will simply say, it’s de-lovely.

Pics by Petey: Annou

And then there's this amazing one of my dear aunt Annou in her glamour-waif youth, serving up smokey eleganza. (My brain has never quite reconciled these photos of young Annou with the Annou-of later-years that I knew.)

Pics by Petey: My Dad as a Wee Lad

Petey had a knack for photographing kids, and Dad, as a youngster, had a propensity for running around in various cowboy-themed outfits, so there are more than a few photos along these lines.

Pics by Petey: The Man Behind the Camera

Self-portrait of my grandfather, Victor "Petey" Olivier. As previously mentioned, I'm digging through the (huge and very awesome) trove of his photos which have come my way, and I figured I'd probably post some faves as I go along. And so why not start with a glimpse at the man behind the camera? That's a cool dude right there. (And I'm really digging the plaid/wallpaper combo.)

Mind. Blown.

I had to explain to Louise that coffee cake does not actually contain coffee. Her mind was blown.

St. Claude Ave. at Sunset

Taken whilst Sarah and I cruised around on our 19th anniversary bike-date.

Curious Business

Saturday afternoon, hanging in my weekend striped shirt (as opposed to my weekday uniform black). Decided to start digging through my grandfather's old photographs (recently retrieved from storage). Very first photo I laid hands on was this one of my uncle Chip from way back in the day. (That's his piano in the background, by the way.) Curious business.

Bayou St. John at Night