I’ve been living in New Orleans my entire life, so I really have not had much outsider’s perspective to allow me to truly appreciate my home. I thought it was just another city with a unique downtown area, but not much more than that. Then I landed an extra role on HBO’s recently concluded True Detective. I was initially hesitant about the quality of the show due to the usually typecast actors, the beyond cliche name, a first-time writer, and the general rule that New Orleans has been getting less lauded show and movie contracts. It had so much going against it on paper, but I was wrong on every level.
I got the feeling that this was something great after watching 2 episodes. Of course, I knew I may have been biased since it was a show I was minutely involved in, but any forums I checked backed up that it wasn’t just that.
I started noticing all of these places in my everyday life popping up in the show, only re-envisioned and dramatized transform the mundane into dark, drab, or mysterious. It was almost funny to me, my old under-age drinking spots are now immortalized.
I began to realize how unique my hometown actually is. It’s a place where buildings are abandoned then re-purposed for decades at a time, enveloping vegetation and slow decay become a trademark in some respects, a nearly mile-long street can be made up solely of bars and clubs, and a region of about 400,000 people happen to know each other through no more than three connections. It is a giant small town.
So here is a little view of what True Detective portrays compared to the real world. I took these shots over the span of the show’s run, and most of them were within two miles of my house. I may take more eventually (including the infamous Carcosa), but, for now, this is a small glimpse into a much more honest portrayal of a fictional serial killer’s stomping ground.