Photography by Chia Chong Words by Libbie Summers with Andrea Goto The steps leading to the basement of Cut Brooklyn are so narrow you have to turn sideways to negotiate them. […]
David Busch, a 33-year-old member of the Anheuser-Busch dynasty, does whatever he wants. But his “whatever he wants” isn’t about couch-surfing his way through adulthood with a gaming remote fused in his fist. It’s about pursuing any one of his seemingly endless interests in the world around him—a world that’s notably different than my own.
I grew up eating what was served to me. No one ever asked what I wanted, or offered an alternative to the salmon flopped on my plate flesh-side up, all pink and wet. Mom would leave the scales on the opposite side, so I’d have to flip it and slowly peel back its shiny, slithery coat. I’d curl my lip and wince.
Written on a one-ply napkin, whispered in an eager young ear or four hands working together on a shaky kitchen table. This week on Salted and Styled, we are inspired by the treasured family recipes that are secretly passed from generation to generation.
Oh dear watermelon, I have a crush on you….your vivid color combinations that you wear so well, your pure and sweet insides, your ability to quench and fulfill at the same time. I heart you. Can we date? Speaking of dating…
Sunshine, a backyard garden, beach waves and a night on Ibiza –all in one glass.
No passport required.
Her parents named her Breeze, but she prefers to go by her middle name –Adrianna. An only child, Adrianna’s world fell apart when both her parents were killed in a tragic automobile accident the summer of her Junior year in high-school. In the wake of their deaths, she ran from the sadness of her home in California to undergraduate school on the East coast. A savvy girl, Adrianna realized her look (the all-American girl look) was everything she saw in the editorial pages of glossy fashion magazines.
Photograph by Marcus Kenney Styled by Rebecca Gardner Behind the Scenes Photography by Anna Heritage Shot on location in Savannah, GA at The Olde Pink House With this outrageously beautiful […]
Arianne McGinnis has casually cropped hair and long bangs that she brushes off her forehead as if looking for her thoughts across the parking lot of the trendy burger joint we’re perched next to. Her speech is clipped, but interspersed with laughter. Her body moves awkwardly in an airy dress, as if unaccustomed to the freedom from what I imagine were perennial denim cut-offs rubbed with dirt from the fields in which she once worked. She reminds me of Jodie Foster.
It’s the vendors at my local farmer’s market that make me get out of bed to fight for first pick of their fresh okra. Truth be told, I don’t like okra. What I love, are the people selling okra. Apart from the Cosby Kids, these peddlers of cheese, meat and produce are the coolest Saturday morning kids I ever shared a bowl of cereal with.