I'm in heaven. I was recently hired by one of the most incredible design showrooms in the world to do what I love to do...make things beautiful. I am pinching myself every day. I work with fantastically lovely people, work around drop-dead gorgeous product and it's all set in the most stunning showroom you've ever seen. It's like walking into the pages of Architectural Digest every morning after I step off the train. Pure and crazy bliss. One of my many happy tasks is to tackle the floral styling of the weekly flowers as well as all arrangements for events and parties.
I grew up on a big country farm, where we gathered armfuls of lilac branches in metal buckets and bunches of Lily of the Valley crammed into milky glassed jam jars. Flowers were everywhere....on the kitchen table, in tiny vases in by the bathroom sink, abandoned on the picnic table next to baskets of ripe tomatoes. It was a different kind of "styling". The beauty was in the untamed nature of the arrangements. Huge single blooms of dinner-plate Dahlias on the dining room table were dropping petals in the most heavenly likeness of freshly fallen snow. Nature took most of the styling into her own hands. So here I am, in this outrageously sophisticated showroom in the most phenomenally design savvy city in the world,trying to translate what I know of floral styling on the farm into this big deal-big city situation....
After an early morning exploring the Chelsea flower market, this is what I come up with for week 1: a low lying bowl of peach and green Parrot Tulips arranged in a sweeping wreath, a swooping arc of greyish purple blossom in a giant hand blown glass vase and a leaning wall of Lisianthus flowers in a narrow grey acrylic vase. More to come...
