A few sites (such as this one) have been carrying this rather ordinary shot of a wedding….

However, when you zoom up on one section it all gets very creepy…


Can you figure out what is going on?


  1. I wasn’t expecting a kind of Spanish Inquisition. It’s a painting, of course. I’ve seen it before. I can’t quite remember which order of monks it is. I’ll have a think. 😛

    1. Well done, W. Steven Walls. You’ve nailed it. They are big mannequins in robes wearing dunce caps and veils hung there for an art exhibition at 520 Royal St, New Orleans, Orleans, by Dawn Dedeaux and based on the Pulitzer prize winning novel, ‘A Confederacy of Dunces’ by John Kennedy Toole. It’s a kind of modern retelling of Cervantes’ Don Quixote. The link you posted http://www.nola.com/nolavie/index.ssf/2012/01/farewell_fortuna_as_prospect_2.html has an interview with the artist. So you solved the mystery.

  2. I don’t think it could be Trump l’oeil, because why would you expect a balcony to be seen from above? You’d expect the perspective to work from somewhere the owner/creator might regularly see it.

    The creepy figures seem too much smaller than the wedding party to be adults. They
    look about 12 years old to me. I recon it could be a school party doing some drama, maybe a its a chorus for a play taking place in the hidden courtyard below.

    1. There, there… Don’t feel bad.
      So many of us had made the same assumption, but were not brave enough to claim it.

  3. I’d go for Occam’s razor, they simply don’t know that those things are there. If i HAD to guess, i’d say… those figures are not religion related… they represent something no so bad, they look creepy because they’re probably people who died and have to be pictured creepy, they’re 12, but that doesn’t tell me alot.

  4. Hmmm, seem to be twelve of them, twelve apostles, twelve in the Mormon Council, there is no way this is a coincidence. Probably just another sign of the Apocalypse. Time to warm up the Billboards again.

    1. The satellites Google use don’t give that resolution. That was taken from a plane or drone. I guess it was taken before the installation of the dunces?

  5. Yes, it’s Dawn Dedeaux, of course. I’ve seen this before. I was mixing it up with something else but allodoxaphobic has got it. A Confederacy of Dunces is a novel by John Kennedy Toole. I gather Dawn Dedeaux, a New Orleans artist used it as a basis of her exhibition ‘The Goddess Fortuna and Her Dunces in an Effort to Make Sense of It All’ -https://www.facebook.com/GoddessFortuna – and constructed mannequins which she positioned in various places. http://www.nola.com/nolavie/index.ssf/2012/01/farewell_fortuna_as_prospect_2.html The Goddess Fortuna and Her Dunces In An Effort to Make Sense of It All

  6. Its photoshopped because if you look at the middle window in the 1st picture, the creepy things standing in front of it are black. But if you look in the 2nd picture, the creepy things in front of the middle window are red

    1. First i also thought its manipulated and performed as a kind of puzzle. Because the resolution of the zoom up is especially good !

    1. Jo, no, it’s not ‘bad bridesmaids’ outfits. Neither is it photoshopped and they are not ghosts or monsters either.

      There is really no mystery about this, it was an exhibition that was taking place in the building. The exhibition was, as I explained above, featuring the wonderful novel called,”The Confederacy of Dunces”. See http://www.nola.com/nolavie/index.ssf/2012/01/farewell_fortuna_as_prospect_2.html

      Although Steven Walls deserves the credit for solving the mystery as he was the first to spot it.


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