I took a trip down Royal Street the other day to take a picture of Keith, the barista of Royal Blend. I think I could spend all day taking pictures there.
It’s off the street via the classic french quarter, brick tunnel entranceway which opens into a delightful openair courtyard complete with lots of greenery and black, cast iron tables and chairs. Once inside the actual coffee shop, there is just enough room longways for you and the counter. But it does open up a little on the far end; just enough to show off it’s old, plastered-brick walls. Cozy.
Here’s Keith.
After I left, I met Jennifer sitting outside of an art gallery. I motioned to my camera and asked asked if she minded. She swore she wasn’t photogenic but agreed. I laughed and took her picture.
As I was making my way back to my car, I had the great fortune to run into Johnny Ruffles. Yes. I saw him and couldn’t resist. Here it was:
Hi, I’m Joe.
They call me…Johnny Ruffles.
Perfect.
And to be clear, I jest not! The accomplished way he delivered his line coupled with the tuxedo jacket and black Ray Bans–I wish the whole world could have been there with me to experience it. I gave Johnny Ruffles my card, and JR, if you’re listening, I would love to do a whole shoot with you in the future!
Who is Johnny Ruffles and why do I not know him?
Two very good questions. If JR reads this and takes me up on my offer, I hope to be able to satisfy both!