I was driving down St. Claude Ave, headed to the French Quarter to Christmas carol with friends, when I was struck in awe by a man sitting on a bench with a brown fur coat that flowed down to his feet. I was so enamored by his fashion, that I asked him if I could take a portrait of him showcasing his ensemble. M.J (his preferred nickname), let me know that there wasn't a special occasion he was heading to, this was his everyday attire.

This led to a more in depth conversation about his distinctive style, and what led him to expressing himself through his wardrobe.

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I was driving down St. Claude Ave, headed to the French Quarter to Christmas carol with friends, when I was struck in awe by a man sitting on a bench with a brown fur coat that flowed down to his feet. I was so enamored by his fashion, that I asked him if I could take a portrait of him showcasing his ensemble. M.J (his preferred nickname), let me know that there wasn't a special occasion he was heading to, this was his everyday attire.

This led to a more in depth conversation about his distinctive style, and what led him to expressing himself through his wardrobe.

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