Where to go on a hot, muggy day in Savannah

It's definitely hot outside but there is plenty to keep one cool.  I had a delicious lunch at T-Rex Mex.  It's in the basement level of a building on Broughton, so it is extra cool and away from the glare of the sun.  The decor is Dia de Los Muerto, but don't be alarmed.  The food is fresh and excellent.

The Jepson Center is hosting a fantastic exhibit on the art and artists of Paris in the 1920s and 30s.  The field is an infatuation of mine, and became an academic passion when I took an entire semester on the topic in college.  I programmed a series of films to coincide with the exhibit but it was only recently that I had the chance to (finally) see the exhibit for myself.  It is far reaching and impressive.  I was delighted by old favorites and new discoveries alike.
They don't allow photos inside the exhibit, but here are some images to get you in the mood.

My attempt at surrealist photography

No summer afternoon is complete without a stop at Leopold's Ice Cream.  My latest visit  included assisting friend Stratton Leopold with repairing the vintage jukebox.  Sadly, we were unable to locate the exact problem.  But my Dutch Utopia on a sugar cone was amazing!

Mulberry and Prince Streets

It is a slow afternoon in Savannah, as it is often. I found a lovely little link to the New York Public Library's online digital collection. The only thing missing from sifting through these lovely bits of ephemera are the smells of aged inks and shedding paper.
I came across this photo, one I'm sure I must have seen in my study of street photography (self-inflicted) but for some reason, today, it punched me in the stomach.



I'm not entirely sure why. The shadowy figure in the foreground is very mysterious. Someone is hurrying along their way, but is he up to no good? What hides beneath his swirling cape?
The building that is now for rent, who used to live there? What happened; why did they leave? it looks tragic, haunted. It is worn, but not with love. It looks beaten and bruised.
The men standing on the corner seem to be speaking in hushed tones. Are they gossiping about the former tenants? Is the man with the pushcart, or the cargo truck waiting to haul the last possessions of the unfortunate tenants?

Berenice Abbott, like her mentor Eugene Atget, set out to record, capture and memorialize the changes taking place in the their cities (Ny and Paris, respectively). Both claimed to be record keepers, rather than artists, yet they are still regarded and some of the most important photographers in the medium's short history. I think this photo proves that it was more than just memorializing a building or a street corner. She was capture a mood as well.