Crowbard!
The Purple Pimpernel
We recently subscribed to a delivery service selling so-called “ugly fruit”—the idea being that the fruit and veggies that failed their auditions for the supermarket shelves were actually perfectly good enough to eat and didn’t deserve being thrown away. Today, we got out first delivery—including the magnificent Purple Pimpernel, the one and only Monsieur Aubergine.
Yeah, he’s taken a few knocks on that ol’ roundabout we call life, but hey—here’s character earned the hard way. Mr Aubergine ain’t no mean mistreater—you unnerstand—but he’s seen the kind of life you don’t see on the cover of Veggie Vogue.
That’s right. Mr Aubergine calls it like he sees it.
(That said, he needs four speedlights, a lightbox, no shortage of PVC and a few beers to do so.)
The Purple Pimpernel
We recently subscribed to a delivery service selling so-called “ugly fruit”—the idea being that the fruit and veggies that failed their auditions for the supermarket shelves were actually perfectly good enough to eat and didn’t deserve being thrown away. Today, we got out first delivery—including the magnificent Purple Pimpernel, the one and only Monsieur Aubergine.
Yeah, he’s taken a few knocks on that ol’ roundabout we call life, but hey—here’s character earned the hard way. Mr Aubergine ain’t no mean mistreater—you unnerstand—but he’s seen the kind of life you don’t see on the cover of Veggie Vogue.
That’s right. Mr Aubergine calls it like he sees it.
(That said, he needs four speedlights, a lightbox, no shortage of PVC and a few beers to do so.)