FOOD. GLORIOUS FOOD.

a few weeks back, i did a food shoot with stylist, emma lifvergren (i call her “liver” “green”). we had a pinterest board bursting with pretty food inspiration and hit up the grocery store for a range of edibles. i just used the word edibles, because i had already used the word “food” twice and edibles sounds fancy.

we laid out the provisions (you see what i did there?) and aimed for simple, clean shots. 

i made the background in the fruit + meat shots. you can see how i did that here

oh! be sure to check out emma’s style blog: click here

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

stylist: emma lifvergren, assistant stylist: nicole da silva

a special thank you to the talented nicole da silva. go follow her on instagram!

also, almost no food went to waste. i ate most of it.


EYES LIKE A HAWK

i don’t want the hawk to eat the birds in the back yard. i know that by having a bird feeder, i create a busy spot in the hood, full of feathered friends.

i’ve seen the hawk for a few weeks now. he doesn’t trust me. as soon as i approach the window, he takes off. just before the patriots game tonight, i sat on my stairs by the window, in hopes to relieve some of my pre-playoff anxiety.

on the ground, under the feeder, was the hawk - tearing apart a little sparrow.

the sparrows and doves are so numerous around the yard, that i don’t really feel an emotional tie to them. but, if one of my other little guys was being torn to shreds…

a hawk has to eat too.

this guys is most likely a cooper’s hawk. the pictures are a little blurry, because my bird lady excitement and patriots playoff stress had combined.

hey dude. leave my birds alone.

predator vs. prey.

ewwwwww.

“i’m a chicken hawk!”


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