This is something I have begun thinking about, though less traditionally: photographing food as a sort of self portrait. Food with personalities, in chairs that I sit in, under the couch where I liked hiding as a kid… I like the contrast. I am beginning to question why that is so pleasing. Why is eating breakfast in bed such a special treat, but mostly, in regards to this photograph, how does food in bed change without the formalities? When the food that I love so much starts to represent me?

This is something I have begun thinking about, though less traditionally: photographing food as a sort of self portrait. Food with personalities, in chairs that I sit in, under the couch where I liked hiding as a kid… I like the contrast. I am beginning to question why that is so pleasing. Why is eating breakfast in bed such a special treat, but mostly, in regards to this photograph, how does food in bed change without the formalities? When the food that I love so much starts to represent me?

(Source: poetictongues)