Through the Magpie Eye: Hippy Kitchen

19.01.2015

Someone with long hair and aviator sunglasses at an outdoor breakfast table as another in a denim shirt pours coffee

Put down that quinoa sarnie for a minute and point your organic cursor towards Hippy Kitchen. It’s one of those classic time-sapping bottomless pit photo-blog type-things — strictly devoted to photos of long-haired free-livin’ types chowing down. It might sound like a load of nonsense, but if you stop and think about it, isn’t everything in life really a load of nonsense?

A large group, many with long hair and beards, eating at wooden trestle tables in a forest, cooking pots to one side

Someone with curly hair in a novelty face mask at a table, wearing a blue tee with a red and yellow S logo

Two people in heavy coats picnicking on a pink blanket in the snow, with a wicker hamper, teapot and cups Someone in green face paint and fancy dress, with curly hair, at a dinner table laid with bread, red wine and a candelabra

Five people, most in caps, sat on the ground under a tarpaulin shelter eating, with a box of oats

Someone with a white beard, laughing, carrying a wicker basket through woodland undergrowth, with a handwritten inscription

Two people in green Whole Foods trucker caps and glasses looking at a sheet of paper, one in a yellow tee and apron

Someone with long wavy hair in a chunky knit jumper stood in a small kitchen by a steaming kettle, shelves of jars behind

Someone in a pink top and long white skirt standing up in a large bare tree, holding food aloft, fields beyond

Two people cooking in a small kitchen, one in a red jumper and striped apron tasting from a spoon, a salad bowl in front

Two people carrying metal pails outside a timber barn in the snow, one in a cable-knit jumper, one in a lined work jacket

Someone with long hair and a moustache in a cord shirt, eating from a tub with a spoon inside a vehicle by a field

Four people crammed into an ice cream van, two sat in the serving hatch, beside a handwritten Sold Out sign

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