Photographer Andrew Simoneaux found himself visiting the French Quarter almost every day to seek out shots. Last year, he made life easier by moving into the neighborhood.
The images he selected to include in this photo essay were taken from the end of August into the first week of September, during the Southern Decadence festivities.
I started out in photography doing a lot of landscapes, but found I got more enjoyment connecting with people on the street. The Quarter's fun vibe makes people open up. My favorite things to shoot are candid personalities and pets.
There are scores of pets down here. I can't get enough. My little epileptic cat Cheeto has been my model for so many photos - he gets props for being patient and helping me learn.
I try to take my camera out with me every day. Something is always bound to catch my eye in the Quarter.
See more of Andrew's work on his website.
Southern Deca-Dance. The high kick speaks for itself.
This man saw me petting a dog on the street, and had to show me his tattoos. Despite the message the tattoos seem to convey, he was actually a joy to talk to.
The Hidden Kiss.
This is probably one of the most photographed corners in the French Quarter. When the Southern Decadence parade passed through, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to use it as the perfect backdrop fit for a queen.
The alcohol comes and goes, but the cat at Sydney's Wine Cellar remains constant. Most likely judging me for the type of beer I'm selecting.
Burritos vs. Tamales. These are two of my favorite people I see in the French Quarter. I was happy when I finally found them at the same spot one night.
One man disco party.
A poet's pup.
I hate to pass up a great reflection. I do appreciate that strangers are willing to let me get so close.
Just another day in the Quarter. I'm not sure where he was trying to go, but his body positioning reminded me on a renaissance painting.
Not your averge Lyft. I will never pass up an opportunity to photograph a dog. Especially one hanging out the driver side window crossing over Bourbon St.
Blue Bike tricks down Chartres.
I stumble upon wedding second lines almost every single weekend. Normally, I'm not drawn into taking any photos of these, but there was just something about this scene. The whole wedding party was focused on the bride and groom and facing towards their photographer. Mr. Foot Work noticed me off to the side, and thats when I was able to capture this fun moment.
Bourbon for him, milk bones for me.
Purity. Again, I love reflections, and I love neon signs.