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Ever wonder what'd you choose for your last meal on earth? While that might have been the subject of some childhood banter, it's a real-life question. And Death Row inmates have a long, long time to ponder. Intrigued by the question, Brooklyn-based artist and chef Julia Ziegler-Haynes decided to re-create a series of asked-for meals chosen by Death Row prisoners in a series of understated yet unsettling snaps for her book Today's Special. Ziegler-Haynes was aesthetically inspired by food styling from the '70s, cheap restaurants, and cafeteria-quality fare. She sifted through hundreds of public records (information leading up to inmates' executions is posted online, too), found 24 compelling subjects, and re-created their last requests. The shots, depicted from the diner's vantage point, range from a black olive (a symbol of peace) to birthday cake and pizza. Without forgiving these convicts of their actions, Ziegler-Haynes begs us to take a a closer look at their psyches while providing an inside glimpse at the conflicting gesture of the last meal. "It's eerie to cook for someone who's dead, not to mention someone who's been put to death for killing another person," says Ziegler-Haynes. "I'm by no means excusing the deplorable acts that it took to land these men on Death Row—I'm merely taking a closer look at the human condition."
It's a silent scream, a blinding sort of panic that fills you with self-hatred, regret, and alarm. You left your favorite sunglasses…somewhere. Unlike your phone that you can track, or your wallet that a hopefully friendly stranger will return to you, your sunglasses are about as good at finding their way back to you as read
I loved the simplicity of Brooke and Tara’s Wednesday wedding at City Hall in New York.
The ceremony was short, sweet, and to the point, and yet that didn't stop them from looking like the classiest couple in City Hall! We followed that up with some portraits and a stroll in Central Park. In the last few frames, I'm read