L. M. Rapp

A personal essay on cutting down meat without cutting out pleasure — and how one man’s swollen toe saved us both.

People sometimes ask me— with a hint of suspicion— where my ideas come from. They emerge from experiences, lived or not, twisted and...

When I walk into the studio, I’m on a mission, and that mission has nothing to do with tidying up.

A path between litterature and cooking with a free vegan recipe for illustration