This evening Sarah at Tastespotting denied one of my photos again for some misguided reason that had little to do with food. So naturally, I loaded her front page to check out what had been accepted today. Well, I came in contact with the beauty that is food porn, tactile images of amazement, stylistically and photographically perfect and ooooh so inedible. Cheers, Tastespotting, for reminding me again of the reasons besides eating to gaze longingly at food.
Telegraph recently published an article of foodscapes by London photographer Carl Walker, depicting these “foodscapes.” I can’t help but conjure up memories of my favorite book growing up, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.
A salmon sea, pumpernickel and yukon gold coast, and raw sugar beach. Salami trees and a bread stick log cabin on the shores of a prosciutto river broken by country loaf rocks. And a melon boat with asparagus masts and and olive windows amidst an angry radicchio sea. Hello Chewandswallow.
According to the sparse IMDB page Sony Pictures Animation has optioned the film rights for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I will excuse them for now for signing on Anna Faris as Sam. Hopefully Grandpa and the edible weather will come to theaters soon.
All photographs from Telegraph and Carl Walker.