About
A Fox Fodder Tale
We had too many chickens so my mother ordered cartons from Murray Mcmurray and a custom rubber stamp from the general store two towns over. She chose the name in reference to the previous spring’s rather violent coup in the coop. That was how Fox Fodder Farm took its name.
A good macabre joke should never die so I carried it with me.
After a few years in Paris, I came back stateside and to Brooklyn, painted the name on a folding table and pushed plants potted in Mason jars at the Brooklyn flea.
Hey, it was 2012.
I dabbled in designing gardens for awhile. Eventually, flowers took first place.
A corner of my landlord’s garage to start, then a shit-show of a shared studio, a summer retail pop-up, then a studio to ourselves, an ill-conceived demotion into a basement space under Canal Street-- and, finally, a clean, well sunlit place of our own.
So there you have it, or at least parts of it. Fox Fodder Farm was a family story before it was a floral studio.
Fox Fodder Flowers it is now and now Fox Fodder Farm is home. They are not exactly next door to one another and it's okay with me. I get to choose the right parts, if any, to carry between.
Come by the shop. It is lovely in here and filled with flowers. And we have four two a finches. And a water feature that has never worked.
- Taylor
Brooklyn, NY 11249
P: 845.617.6802