Fringe Festival

One Wednesday night, my friend Haleigh and I went to the preview of the annual Fringe Festival. It was the most bohemian place I have ever been. You want to talk about the artist district? This was it. It was beautiful, but not in the typical sense of the word, but in the peaceful, happy, and satisfied form of the word. The people there were so happy to be doing what they love without having to break their messages in order to make their works a “big hit”. Haleigh and I saw a show called Blue Book which gave us inside look to the history of Storyville, the prostitution district of New Orleans, which is now gone. Lulu White, being the woman who pretty much led the district, she was a perfect example of how people conform to fit certain time periods. You see, Lulu was an octoroon, but when that wasn’t popular, she said she was all black or all white or Spanish, anything to get customers and get the police off her back. In the end Storyville was put to rest, hence why it no longer exists. Not many people know about Storyville, but I really do recommend looking it up; it gave me a better look on the history of New Orleans and everything it has gone through.