On my last night in town before I flew home to South Carolina, I had to get a few more landscape photos for an assigment. So Arann and I decided to multi-task… date night with mussels and french fries, landscape photos, and photos of him in his chicken suit… of course. (The cows were very intrigued… it was not a typical Tuesday night event for them.)
For those of you who don’t know, Arann is the lead singer of The Bluebellies, and he writes and sings a lot of songs about chickens. He really wants everyone in the band to buy chicken suits for their next band photo… but chicken suits are not cheap… so he is having a hard time convincing the other members it is a worthwhile investment. This one came from Target and was about $70. I bought Arann’s suit, because I figured it can be a write-off, since, as you can see, it is for my very serious photo-business.
One funny detail… the tag says the suits are ‘one-size-fits-all,’ but as you can see, they weren’t expecting one of those All’s to be 6’4.
And I really like how Arann left the hanger tag on the suit… it is very Arann…
somewhere between a handshake and two kisses 
I can’t believe I haven’t met you, yet, Paige, or collaborated on an article together at least for the local mag! Petaluma is very lucky to have you in our midst, I LOVE your gorgeous work, especially these chicken suit pics and the shots of my pal Naomi and her kids at the door2door event down at Aqus which I missed, but did manage to send a pic of my three boys in time for the project deadline. You definitely should marry this man in all his feathery finery!
These photos put a big huge grin on my face. Are the chicken suits also going to be a part of the wedding? Like the kitten too!
oh shit thanks for those. we need to see you chickens soon.
stock worthy
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Who would not want to marry this chicken?!!!
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