I met a chef too. I didn't have the heart to tell her I can't cook worth a lick. Doesn't matter though, as I am more than willing to eat up some mistakes.
I love the browns in these type of images. I love the brown, brown, brown, warm, warm, warm look. Makes me feel right at home, even if this place doesn't really even exist. Only in my dreams, right? (Heck, in my dreams I can cook well too!)
This one taken with continuous lighting, two lights one back and one side with barn doors (no softbox!) Used the Canon with the Canon lens too.
Until next time...