Salad Days

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earrings Siwa Bakim

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Teri wears shirt Claire Sully

Fresh crunchy organic creamy spicy tangy worthy invigorating unnerving realizing once again you’ve made it, baby! This is it. We’ve been watching you, and once again you’ve done it! It’s just another hill for you to climb, and only now can you find the pyramid the way you REALLY want it! 😉 Hey girl, we know what it’s like, and for once you’ve got us on your side. Don’t forget the harmony of fresh dill and tangy chipotle – spread liberally on salads, pepper your stews aggressively with this one-time offer! One-time offer at the mercantile, rows and rows of treasured porcelain tax deductions, all at your fingertips. The road wraps up toward the tire place, leaving you with only the barest fragment of this absolutely unforgettable olive tapenade, now with a little grain of salt!

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Michael wears sweater Kyle Edson, pants Nus Gnuyk by Jongyeol Bae

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Carol wears sweater Victoria Aguilar, bunting Claire Sully, bracelet One Six Five

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Virginia wears jacket Savannah Snead and helmet Kyle Edson

Category: inside door of fridge. Half empty hideous row of bloody shades suggesting life and sun: a tuscan red, an ochre, bits of chard and pepper flakes that float to the top. Paul Newman’s kindly, sickening face. The face of good intentions. The shape of hips in beveled plastic, imitation decanters. Performance of luxury. Always crust around the cap, because they often go unused: in my experience, salad dressing is purchased nearly exclusively as a desperate talisman of a kitchen-island lifestyle, wooden cutting boards with a well-earned patina, granite countertops, glass bowls and sliced tomatoes, good friends and better wine, women laughing toothily over chardonnay in the wan light of the edison bulb. When I buy salad dressing, it’s a transparently aspirational gesture. I’m buying myself a ticket to an impossible fantasy. Sontag writes of photography as a pedestrian method of making work of leisure, i.e. the labor of the collector of images, dividing experience into tangible bits. Imagine those bits floating in oil.

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Carol wears shirt Lauren Moseley, pants Victoria Aguilar, shoes Claire Sully


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Michael wears top Taylor Greenberg Goldy, pants Mady Berry

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Susie wears vest Claire Sully

Mom bought books on weight loss by the dozen. Mostly used, from local thrift stores – we would go to this place by the bridge, Second Chance, playfully haunted by the cloud that condenses around things just too old to be useful. You know what I mean, not the kind of old you curate, the kind of old that happens to an object: tawny muck accumulating in the grooves of as-seen-on-tv kitchen gadgets (set it and forgot it!), a musty sweetness clung to crowded racks of bedazzled camisoles and double-breasted sports coats, the uncanny tinge of yellow at the edge of the paperback, “She Loves Him,” with a rose in cheap relief. I’d watch this woman who I love so much bent over crates of discarded books, choosing with a secret critical machinery from endless and identical selections of weight-loss guides, fad diets, compendiums of recipes and meal plans, fat-free, sugar-free, zero-carb. Paper talismans she’d quietly collect by the dozen, keep them in an infinite warren of imitation rosewood cabinets with stained-glass doors.

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Susie wears shirt Victoria Aguilar, pants Camille Witt, earrings One Six Five


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Marisa wears top Claire Sully, pants Taylor Greenberg Goldy

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Debbie wears jacket Kyle Edson, skirt Lauren Moseley

Zak wears shirt Nus Gnuyk by Jongyeol Bae, pants Zina Ampariotisalad days web jpeg18

Marisa wears pants and tank Claire Sully, shirt Jiaqi Kou

Mom was always comfy in her oversized hoodies, performance fleece, hid her body under heavy cotton and behind closed doors, taking baths for hours with her true crime novels collected in thoughtless towers from the local library, these and her weight loss guides with their floral stench, their acrylic promise of a better life, their platitudes and saccharines, the choke of a thousand Glade plug-ins. These are some of the pillars of my mother’s hidden temple, and its sacred oil: salad dressing. Multiple bottles, brands and flavors, all alike in their declarations of “low-calorie,” “fat-free,” which translated in my youth to “tastes like shit,” but that’s what women are expected to do, give up the body for the sake of the body.

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Irene wears jacket Lindsay Cousins, ring Siwa Bakim

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Irene wears dress Lindsay Cousins, necklace Siwa Bakim

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Chunhai wears coat Kyle Edson, scarf Victoria Aguilar, hat Mady Berry

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Cole wears poncho Savannah Snead, skirt Nus Gnuyk by Jongyeol Bae

Jake wears dress Lauren Moseley, necklace Siwa Bakim

Can’t believe it’s not butter? No one’s buying that. We’re all quite sure it isn’t butter. No, it’s something much more sinister than butter, it’s the promise of butter with none of its consequences. It’s the predatory whiff of a false dreaming.

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Virginia wears shirt Zina Amparioti, shorts Lauren Moseley, earrings One Six Five.

Cole wears shirt Victoria Aguilar, jacket and pants Zina Amparioti

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Dalong wears vest Taylor Greenberg Goldy, shirt Nus Gnuyk by Jongyeol Bae

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Virginia wears vest Mady Berry, shirt Victoria Aguilar, pants Claire Sully

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Cole wears dress and pants Taylor Greenberg Goldy, shirt Victoria Aguilar

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Chunhai wears jacket and shorts Kyle Edson. Dalong years sweater Mady Berry

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Jake wears shirt Victoria Aguilar, necklace Taylor Staugas for Claire Sully

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Debbie wears shirt Zina Ampariotisalad days web jpeg29

Jacket Savannah Snead

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background image briefs Taylor Greenberg Goldy

photography Jesse James Johnson

styling Mitch McGuire