my darlings,
we’ve started visiting the local farmers market on saturdays. usually pick out one or two things to enjoy. this time we got yams, the time before some hot coffee + a bacon, egg, & cheese galette.
i seem to have a penchant for drawing chickens. something about their dumpy, feathery little bodies just CALLS to me
unexpected cheddar & crackers
crumbly, buttery, flaky
ooh yeah, babyyy
adult lunchables, ft. my obsession with trader joe’s
unexpected cheddar
it’s cheddar and parmesan’s love-child. aka everything i’ve dreamed of and more in a hunk of cheese
creamy toscano soaked in syrah
bonus: the rind is edible
ricotta + a drizzle of honey (optional: grapes)
social snackers
a nice basic cracker for your everyday cheese needs
brioche toasts
buttery, light, crunchy. also they remind me of the tiny toasts we’re forbidden to feed to birds, as indicated by this cta sign
fig & olive crisps
for when you are feeling frisky, or you have a particularly mild creamy cheese snack, like brie
cup of jo did a lovely feature of photographer julie blackmon 🎉🎉. i’ve always admired her daughter’s work so it is not surprising that talent runs aplenty in the family.
some interesting bits—she didn’t start taking photos until her late thirties, and she couldn’t imagine working anywhere other than her “middle of nowhere, generic American town” in the midwest.
funny. here i am, age 22, fretting left and right about not landing where i want in life (apparently the feeling isn’t exclusive 😮). here’s a gentle reminder that my self and my potential are not defined by the institutions / cities / industries i’ve currently aligned with.
Cover Photo by Julie Blackmon.
got these little jars and pitchers for around $1 from goodwill. played around a bit with them as props, then played around some more with the lightroom app on my phone!
unedited (left), edited (right)
