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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.

Savory Bread Pudding & Grapefruit Sauce

Your NEW go to Christmas Morning Casserole!

Ginny’s Pink Bike

I remember meeting Ginny Branch’s cotton candy pink bicycle before I met her. I had chained my own retro bicycle to the same “Loading Zone Only” sign as hers. Ginny was a student at Savannah College of Art and Design and was applying for a part-time job at a lifestyle store I was struggling to help open. The Paris Market and Brocante is arguably the most eccentric, thoughtful hipster dream store in the United States.