Wear Your Watermelon Well
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…
Watermelon Inspired Centerpiece
Loose, fresh and inspired by the colors of a watermelon filled summer.
Watermelon Basil Beach Blaster
Sunshine, a backyard garden, beach waves and a night on Ibiza –all in one glass.
No passport required.
scrip
If we take “an apple a day”, certainly one requires frequent doses of watermelon. It guarantees a rush of summer; a taste representing the whir of bicycle tires, crickets’ chirps, the site of rocky beaches, the smell of lake-wet towels, and the dizzy of a swing with the tallest, most handsome at the town dance.
Inspired by Watermelon
BACKSTORY
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.
Never Take Yourself Too Seriously
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 […]
can I get a witness?
Artwork and Words by katherine sandoz Nothing captures the imagination like the sight and sounds of tent pitching. I’d fall over to see a veritable city announcing the arrival of […]
Revival Dogs
There’s something conscientiously decadent and American about a hotdog made from heritage breed pork. Happy Independence Day!
An Arrangement from the Farmer’s Market
Most Saturday mornings Byrdie, Woods and I head over to the SFC Farmer’s Market for fresh eggs, organic veggies, and a popsicle (or 2). While Brad is the chef in our house, I am the shopper. And I shop for beauty, not for taste. I see locally grown vegetables the same way I see flowers –some are amazingly beautiful while others can simply be passed by.
