Krewe du Vieux tradition dictates that each Subkrewe’s creative director pays tribute to the year’s Royalty with a gift and often mutually embarrassing presentation at our annual pre-parade Captain’s Dinner, which I’ve had the honor of attending for the past 2 years. Held 3 days before we roll, it forces a pause in the last-minute chaos.
In that spirit, I use the Tribute as an opportunity to unwind from the tornado in my sewing studio. An afternoon of watercolor is a pretty good antidote. Our friend at Uptown Frames hooks us up and LEWD rolls in with a classy gift and a raunchy joke.
Since this year’s King is a respected member of the loTcal intelligentsia we compromised on the lewdity of our interpretation of the Krewe du Vieux Goofy Guy (our float was a little more explicit). But Richard better have it hanging proudly in his office or else I’m gonna have to draw penises all over his chalkboards. All Hail!
And then THEY gave me this sick patch! I’m on the prowl for fabric to make a jacket to put it on.
