WHO HELPED BUILD THE NEW ORLEANS WE KNOW?
New Orleans is filled with things we recognize.
The music.
The food.
The architecture.
The neighborhoods.
The celebrations.
The traditions.
But behind the things we see are generations of people who made them possible.
Craftspeople. Laborers. Musicians. Builders. Cooks. Educators. Artists. Organizers. Business owners. Culture bearers. Families.
Some of their names are well known.
Others live mostly in photographs, family stories, objects, recipes, tools, memories, and the things they left behind.
Unlabored Remains is an ongoing artistic and documentary project exploring those stories—and I want to hear yours.
Maybe someone in your family helped build this city.
Maybe you know a person whose work deserves to be remembered.
Maybe there is a tradition, occupation, neighborhood story, family photograph, object, or piece of history that has been passed down to you.
Or maybe you're still doing that work today.
Tell me about it.
You don't need to know whether your story is historically significant. You don't need to be a historian. And you don't need to have all the details.
Sometimes the smallest memory is where the story begins.
This can be your own story, a family member, ancestor, neighbor, mentor, organization, community, or someone you believe should be remembered.
Don't worry about writing this perfectly. Tell it the way you would tell someone sitting across from you.
Stories often survive through things.
A photograph. A tool. A recipe. A uniform. A letter. A building. A piece of furniture. A musical instrument. A handwritten note. Something someone refused to throw away.
If you have photographs or files you'd like to share, you can upload them below. Uploading materials at this stage is optional and does not transfer ownership of the original material.
Thank you for trusting us with your story.
Every city leaves evidence of the people who shaped it.
Sometimes it's written into history.
Sometimes it's standing on a corner.
Sometimes it's hanging on a wall.
Sometimes it's sitting in someone's attic.
And sometimes it survives simply because somebody remembered.
We're looking forward to listening.
— Harlin Miller
Unlabored Remains