Being a food-esque blogger/writer/document-er, I do sometimes feel a bit awkward photographing what I’m about to eat…or what my dining companions are about to eat; especially when it is someone I may not know terribly well or with whom I feel a need to explain the reason why I am itching itching itching to snap a ‘moneyshot’ of their Banh Mi/Falafel Sandwich/other visually appealing bite on deck. And yes if I am a little too embarrassed or the setting feels inappropriate to whip out ze Blackberry Cam, I do stow away that secret motive to help crunch my way to the top of Urbanspoon’s Blog Leaderboard totem pole via food-photography and focus on other things. Like the conversation. Hah just kidding, I’m always focusing on the conversation.
You guys remember Kyle? Well Kyle is from Petaluma and happens to be home for a bit so OBVIOUSLY I met up with Kyle and his friend Emily last night for no other than some Sol Food. You know, because we always have to eat like the epic Burberry loving ironic hipsters we are when we are together:
Garlic fest galore. Emily and I were talking about how epic it would be to have a Sol Food catered wedding…hot sauce party favours!
As we were leaving the establishment, there was a group photo happening on the sidewalk…of you know a bunch of middle-aged peeps (probably tourists and Food Network watchers) all holding up their order numbers.
I admit even though we were kind of slightly making fun of them a part of me really wished I had a personal photographer who would document my food nerdventures in the same way. Or the times I make a fashion choice which I am proud of…that’s part of the reason you don’t see a lot of fashion photos in SWC; I feel toolish asking others to take pictures of me in industrial looking trendy places posing in my oversize chunky knits while my insect-ring populated fingers grope a grass-fed drippy fromage-burger.
I bet all those fashion bloggers who I not-so-secretly am in love with (*cough* Rumi Neely, Elin Kling *cough*) all have photographer boyfriends/sidekicks who document their ‘hot-mess late night greasy pizza while wearing Chloe’ moments.
Anyways, Emily, Kyle and I jaunted over to the San Rafael Fourth Street Farmer’s Market
Kyle and I have another adventure planned for next week…one in which I will venture up the dusty trail that is Highway 101 up to Petaluma for some more cow-town Michelin-esque favourites. Can hardly wait!
How do you feel about photographing your food in public? When do you deem it appropriate/inappropriate? How do you justify it to people if they ask?
If you’re a blogger…do your friends/family know about your blog? What do they think?
Do you think self-taken/posed photobooth pics are toolish?