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chicken keeping then and now

In the olden days you’d throw down some scratch, call it a day and that was “keeping chickens.” Oh, and you had a stone-sharpened hatchet by the kitchen door and an old tree stump in the yard.

These days, a defining accessory – “good riddance” infinity pools, fasts cars and cute babies in aerospace industry engineered strollers – chickens both domestic and imported live at the level to which their owners are accustomed.

Inspired by Carrots

Photography by Chia Chong  Styling by Libbie Summers Video by Eliza Barrera  Straight green hair with short bangs and legs that go on for days. The midnight cravings of a furry mammal mother. […]

Life of Pie

My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.