The New Orleans Times-Picayune breaks the news

Atelier Vie plans absinthe distillery in Mid-City.

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Les moyens de production d’absinthe sont pleines de la paperasserie

Les moyens de production d’absinthe sont pleines de la paperasserie. The ways of absinthe production are fraught with red tape.

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The Blank Slate Fisheye View

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Henri and the Supermodel

I just broke a nail typing this story and it was all the fault of the Supermodel.

I was downtown, riding my Vespa, when who should I see but Henri. There he was, standing on the sidewalk, gaping at a woman painted entirely in silver who was posing in the street.

A bored photographer circled the Supermodel, snapping her every grimace and gesture, as she pranced on his command. The supermodel sashayed her hair and mouthed off.

“Break time, Jackson. Your ideas are so bizaare. Where will you shoot me next, under the Broad Street overpass? How about on the tracks that run along Earhart. Make it exciting.”

“Exciting?” Jackson looked up from the microscopic screen of his digital camera.

“Oh, you know, stand beside the railroad track as the Amtrak Superliner comes passing back and forth. Those nutty train engineers in New Orleans can’t figure out if they’re coming or going.”

“Here we go,” Jackson cried, as he scooped the Supermodel into his minivan and headed to the next shooting location.

Meanwhile, Henri paced on towards the Permits room. I snuck up close to eavesdrop as he talked to himself. Maybe he was going to the Health Department? Then he started muttering about the Fire Marshal. Finally he checked his wallet and asked a cop where the Revenue room was situated.

He got out of sight and I didn’t hear the rest.

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Henri assailed by the Cell Phone

Skylark and Currency of Tears were out late carousing one night at one of the hundreds of Irish pubs in the area. “Look, the streetcar” shouted Skylark, as he fumbled in his pocket for five quarters. “Damn, not enough, brah. Stop here for a minute.”

At the stop a short figure bounded down from the red electrain. He had to cross the street right in front of them. He walked slowly through the light traffic and scowled the carousers as he grunted his way past them.

His phone rang and he pressed the flat chunk of it to his ear. Immediately, a torrent of works poured out at maximum volume. “Henri, henri hear, you scoundrel. You scallywag, you scampering snagglepuss…”

Henri endured this onslaught, and kept walking, finally shutting off the sound somewhere further down the street.

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Now casting: Toulouse Red

Toulouse Red was born in New Orleans in the year 2011. She burst out upon the world and her legend grew over time. Your job is to live the legend, to become Toulouse Red.

Visit our MM model call and our CL model call for details.

Fine print: You must be 21 or older.

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Searching For The Next Absinthe Bar

The oil pastel smeared over my jacket. I had to leave the bar in a hurry; Vincent said that some groupie was hunting after me, and would demand a painting at a low price. In a trice, I grabbed the notebook and stuffed the colors in their case.

But one color had no place; in my pocket, it meandered across the cloth, leaving a red mark in its wake.

Now on to the next bar, the next show, somewhere where I can find a moment of solitude and strong drink. Somewhere to think, to draw, to bring forth the images before my eyes as the ambient beats worm into my ears.

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Toulouse Red Hacks Henri

That old Henri thinks he’s slick. But I’ve got more than my binoculars to do the trick. Thanks to my woman-in-the-middle interception techniques, I captured an entertaining email exchange between Henri and his friend, the Marigny Magistrate.
They thought they were clever, to write in French, but I’ve appended the English translation at the end.

Magistrate: Que c’est curieux Henri!

Henri: Zut alors!

Le mystérieux Toulouse-Rouge erre dans la ville. Elle mystifie les païens et les charmes de la dégénérescence des sophistes, laissant des moments salubres dans son sillage.

Magistrate: Peut-etre je l’ai apercu

Henri: Toulouse-Rouge est partout

Magistrate: Et il semble qu’elle est beaucoup recherchee’.

Henri: Tout à fait, c’est le plan. Ambassadeurs de la marque nécessaire, avec les actrices sensuelle pour dépeindre l’esprit et par personne de Toulouse-Rouge.

Magistrate: On dirait qu’elle a beaucoup en commune avec l’esprit de carnival aussi.

Henri: En effet, Toulouse-Rouge est un véritable carnaval à elle-même.

English translation:

Magistrate: That’s curious, Henri!

Henri: Damn then!

That mysterious Toulouse Red wanders through the city. She mystifies the heathens and charms the degenerate sophists, leaving salubrious moments in her wake.

Magistrate: Maybe I saw her.

Henri: Toulouse Red is everywhere.

Magistrate: And it seems she is sought so much.

Henri: Very much so, that is the plan. Brand Ambassadors needed, along with sultry actresses to portray the spirit and person of Toulouse Red.

Magistrate: She seems to have much in common with the spirit of carnival as well.

Henri: In effect, Toulouse Red is a veritable carnival unto herself.

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The 32 Rules of the LA Department of Health

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In the new blank slate, Mark studies the 32 rules of the Louisiana Department of Health & Hospitals, Office of Public Health, Food and Drug Unit.

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Where is Henri?

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Down by the riverside? Drawing in his little notebook, or perhaps ogling the showgirls on the dirty streets of the Old Square. Who’s there? A noise.

Thought I heard something, the sound of feet on bricks, the splash of a puddle. Perhaps it was parakeets, or bulls running in the streets. You never know what you’ll find in this town.

If only I could find what I wanted.

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