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A Man, His Hands, And a Bag of Oysters

I have this habit of looking at people’s hands like I’m looking for clues. I find they reveal so much more than most people are willing to offer. They tell a story.

As Vincent Hooper hauls 50-pound burlap sacks of oysters, I can’t help but notice that his hands are big—too big for his average size, as if they grew in spite of him. His fingers look swollen and ashy around the joints and cuticles. The skin across the backs of his hands stretch tight, like leather gloves that are too small and worn to offer any real protection.

Bacon Wrapped and Stuffed Vidalia Onions

Recipe and Styling by Libbie Summers Photography by Chia Chong Wine Pairing by Grapefriend   Eggs and Bacon like Dad never had them…with or without the glass of wine. Happy Father’s […]

Amores Perros (Love’s a Bitch)

Amores Perros (Love’s a Bitch)! Ain’t it the truth…whether you are referencing that head-bangin’ Quiet Riot song from the 80s or something more high brow like the neorealist Mexican film known as the “Mexican Pulp Fiction”—OR—let’s just say these are the very words you shout drunkenly in the streets after a relationship goes awry—you know, the ones when you lay your heart bare, vulnerable to the one you love, only to have it trampled by a pack of metaphorical dogs—perros. Oh, Amores Perros!