Two Years of Larking

Two years ago I walked into this huge vintage shop after closing. It was for a dinner party, I was by myself. The only person I knew was the one who invited me — the chef. His attention, as you can imagine, was on pulling off the night’s menu. In the height of a rocky relationship with food, I was out of my comfort zone. I was nervous and had no clue what I’d be eating or who I’d be talking to. I prayed that I’d leave that night feeling the most alive I’d felt in a while, I did.

I talked with some of the coolest people who were well wiser than me, 20 at the time. I was introduced to a corner of the culinary world that I’d never even dreamt of. Pistachio and cashew butter on toasted sourdough. Sage waffles with macadamia crusted tempeh and cherry glaze — I remember this one so clearly (and still beg Kyle to bring it back). My eyes were opened to so many aspects of life that night. About a year from then, we were back in the place that I first sat at that table. I’d spent the months before traveling around with Lisa and Kyle and taking photos wherever these dinners found space for a table. This time, back in that vintage shop, I was documenting the evening as it unfolded in the most perfectly unexpected ways (not abnormal for a lark).

I’ve grown into a different person because of the environment created when these dinners pop up. The nights are fast paced and eclectic and messy. The people are full of so much life. I can’t believe these photos are only a year old. I feel so removed from our larks because of the time that has past since our last time together. The excitement I have for the moment we’re back in the same room together, making and watching magic happen, is growing by the second.

Two years since I fell in love with learning from these incredibly humans!

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