Tag: photo of the week

January 14, 2012

photo of the week 37: chop…

This series was an utter failure last year. I will try to post more regularly this year. I recently launched my own photography website (www.bonjwing.com). It will not, as some readers have inquired, replace my Flickr account. Instead, it will serve as a gallery of my professional work, a sampling rather than a library. Since […]

January 14, 2012

photo of the week 37: chop…

This series was an utter failure last year. I will try to post more regularly this year. I recently launched my own photography website (www.bonjwing.com). It will not, as some readers have inquired, replace my Flickr account. Instead, it will serve as a gallery of my professional work, a sampling rather than a library. Since […]

March 5, 2011

photo of the week 33: changing of the guard…

For more than a year, a cube, lathered green with an emulsion of fines herbes and sided by a baby salad, has officiated the stream of traffic on this blog from the marquee above. Last night, I changed the window dressing, putting in a line of chocolate donuts from my recent meal at elBulli.

March 5, 2011

photo of the week 33: changing of the guard…

For more than a year, a cube, lathered green with an emulsion of fines herbes and sided by a baby salad, has officiated the stream of traffic on this blog from the marquee above. Last night, I changed the window dressing, putting in a line of chocolate donuts from my recent meal at elBulli.

February 6, 2011

photo of the week 31: portrait of a master…

I’m back on U.S. soil after three exciting weeks in Europe. I’ll be posting about my meals and events in the coming days, but first, I want to recover a few tardy “photos of the week.” Here’s the first of a few:

February 6, 2011

photo of the week 31: portrait of a master…

I’m back on U.S. soil after three exciting weeks in Europe. I’ll be posting about my meals and events in the coming days, but first, I want to recover a few tardy “photos of the week.” Here’s the first of a few:

January 4, 2011

photo of the week 28: nobody knows the truffles i’ve seen…

My friends never cease to amaze me with their generosity. Last week, I had dinner with one who was in Kansas City for the holidays. We hadn’t seen each other for months. Unexpectedly, he pulled out a Christmas gift, a glass jar of arborio rice stuffed to the brim with a wad of paper towels. […]

January 4, 2011

photo of the week 28: nobody knows the truffles i’ve seen…

My friends never cease to amaze me with their generosity. Last week, I had dinner with one who was in Kansas City for the holidays. We hadn’t seen each other for months. Unexpectedly, he pulled out a Christmas gift, a glass jar of arborio rice stuffed to the brim with a wad of paper towels. […]

December 26, 2010

photo of the week 27: you are what you eat…

Grass-fed, corn-fed: judge not by the content of the diet alone, but by the color and amount of the fat as well. You can tell a lot about the animal’s life by the way its carcass looks and ages. This, and more, I learned recently on a private tour of a local, independent meat locker. […]

December 26, 2010

photo of the week 27: you are what you eat…

Grass-fed, corn-fed: judge not by the content of the diet alone, but by the color and amount of the fat as well. You can tell a lot about the animal’s life by the way its carcass looks and ages. This, and more, I learned recently on a private tour of a local, independent meat locker. […]

November 28, 2010

photo of the week 23: eating with celebrities…

When it comes to pop culture, I’m a dunce. Yesterday, for example, I had to Google Lindsay Lohan and Megan Fox (don’t ask). If either of them were seated next to me at a restaurant, I’m sure I wouldn’t recognize them. Even if I did, I’m not sure I would care. And so, it was […]

November 28, 2010

photo of the week 23: eating with celebrities…

When it comes to pop culture, I’m a dunce. Yesterday, for example, I had to Google Lindsay Lohan and Megan Fox (don’t ask). If either of them were seated next to me at a restaurant, I’m sure I wouldn’t recognize them. Even if I did, I’m not sure I would care. And so, it was […]

November 21, 2010

photo of the week 22: retro beehive…

Since he rarely gets out of the kitchen, a chef recently told me that he wished I took more shots of restaurant interiors. Having traveled the world on a plate through my food photographs, he said he wanted a better sense of setting; to see how other restaurants were configured, outfitted, and finished. The chef’s […]

November 21, 2010

photo of the week 22: retro beehive…

Since he rarely gets out of the kitchen, a chef recently told me that he wished I took more shots of restaurant interiors. Having traveled the world on a plate through my food photographs, he said he wanted a better sense of setting; to see how other restaurants were configured, outfitted, and finished. The chef’s […]

November 17, 2010

photo of the week 21: oh the places you’ll go…

I was born wanderlusty in first class thanks to the most important woman in my life. My mother worked a loveless office job for an airline for twenty-two years just so that my family could travel. And we did. Flying “non-revenue,” as the industry called it, my family would hop on a plane and make […]

November 17, 2010

photo of the week 21: oh the places you’ll go…

I was born wanderlusty in first class thanks to the most important woman in my life. My mother worked a loveless office job for an airline for twenty-two years just so that my family could travel. And we did. Flying “non-revenue,” as the industry called it, my family would hop on a plane and make […]

October 28, 2010

photo of the 18: there’s no place like home…

I was born on the prairie plains of Missouri, just shy of the Kansas border. Though I’ve lived around the world since, Dorothy was right – there’s no place like home. The stream of life flows just a bit slower out here, where a quilt of green stretches beneath an endless canvas of blue and […]

October 28, 2010

photo of the 18: there’s no place like home…

I was born on the prairie plains of Missouri, just shy of the Kansas border. Though I’ve lived around the world since, Dorothy was right – there’s no place like home. The stream of life flows just a bit slower out here, where a quilt of green stretches beneath an endless canvas of blue and […]