This is my kind of portrait. There are all kinds of portraits. Some are very formal. Some are a little more casual. Some are a little more like photojournalism. There are all sorts of other styles and genres. Then, there are environmental portraits. Those are portraits that shows a person in his environment. Hopefully, they are made in the moment.
This is one of those.
I’d like to call this guy a chef. But, he’s holding french bread. He’s making a po’ boy. Likely, he’s reaching into a pot or skillet for either roast beef or some kind of cooked shrimp. He’s a cook. I’ll bet he’s proud of that. Cooking is hard, hot work. It’s honest work. This is a guy who is earning his living. In a commercial kitchen.
I notice stuff. His kitchen is spotless. He’s well-trained. If I’m a betting guy, I’d say that he was trained at Cafe Reconcile. It is a wonderful restaurant that was created to train young men and women who were considered to be at risk. It’s located in Central City. They learn how to cook, run the back of the house, the front of the house, how to manage an entire restaurant. They go on to good jobs and great careers.
If you ever find yourself looking for a good — no, make the great — lunch, head over to Cafe Reconcile. You won’t be disappointed. This is no advertisement. Just me writing. Rambling around.