I am in the business, and art, some might say, of faking you out. In defense of inedible food, without taste, smell and touch, the eyeful must fill you up. As a food stylist, walking the line is what I do.
When has the food gone too far past reality and become an “over-promise”, a disservice, a hazard to the cook? Perhaps that destination is when the food can be mistaken for real, but is absolutely unachievable. The place just before it is discernibly plastic.
Once plastic, the fake-out is in the safe zone. We all know it’s just playin’.
Photos by Steve-Kun
The Lunch Encounter 