Hill House Picklery
Hill House Picklery's pickles are lovingly grown by my pa, and homemade by my ma. Gaia the cat, in her signature booty-in-air pose, brings good luck to those who are gifted a jar (probably). Produce is shepherded into whatever jars can be found in the cupboard with expletives like 'why the fuck did you plant so much fucking beetroot?' and 'what am I supposed to do with all these bloody cucumbers?'. It’s a wholesome family venture.
Packaging illustration.
Digital, 2020
