THAT BAG OF FOOD IS YOUR PASSPORT.

McKenzie’s, 2021

Various forms of living go on at the same time. It’d be impossible to document each and every one of them. How do you know where to start? How do you get permission to document whatever it is you suddenly decide on? You’d need some kind of project. Some kind of agreement in place for you to have jurisdiction…

Important Gentleman, 2021

Sintra Bronte Poster at Broswell’s, 2021

I wanted to start immediately so I let the Uber Eats craze lead me down a rabbit hole…it dictated where I needed to be; the neighborhoods, the facilities…the high frequency delivery zones…

I WAS IN

MID CITY

THE CBD

THE GARDEN DISTRICT

UPTOWN

SOMETIMES METAIRIE

AND ON RARE OCCASIONS IN THE EAST

Brights, 2021

I’d step out of the Corolla and traverse ducked-off streets, warehouses, public transit, hotels, apartments, lofts, universities, pre-college schools, government facilities, office spaces, empty hallways, stations near the levees, suburbia, bars…and revisit them again, and again, and again. Pick up from the same restaurants again, and again... Drop off to some of the same people more than anyone would actually believe…

I began to understand that other lives, other worlds, were just minutes within each other. Interconnected by the desire to eat. As long as I had a bag of food in my possession, no one questioned why I walked around their facility in casual attire. In their minds, the satisfaction of someone’s hunger was a valid reason for a stranger’s entry.

In Transit at the Hyatt, 2021

Who would’ve thought that primordial instinct would lead me on such a wild journey in The City That Eats?