Agnes de Garron taught me how exhilarating it is not to be normal. DANIELLE LEVITT
In my mid-20s, I was having a life crisis. I had a great job as a dental assistant, but I was miserable. Though the money allowed me to do what I really wanted to do—showcase art—the job had no creative outlet at all. I was preparing peoples’ teeth for a drill.
On top of all that, I was going through a nasty breakup. I’d been living in Portland, Oregon, for most of my life, and I wasn’t happy with the city anymore. A friend told me he was moving to New Orleans and asked if I wanted to go with him. It took me some time to say yes because I’m a West Coast boy, but that’s also what I was trying to escape. I wanted to get out. So I said yes. I planned on being in New Orleans for a month. Then I met Agnes.