At long last, photos from September's bouquet workshop taught with Brittany (BRRCH). It was another exciting class- with wild and candy shop inspired colors, of course, and with the most beautiful local roses from Rose Lane Farms.
I'm psyched to be teaching another flower class with Brittany. This time we'll be exploring bouquets and how to make and shoot them. Last time was so much fun. We'll be using local roses from Roselane Farms (YES, a lot of them are scented). You can sign up on my shop page here: http://www.isafloral.com/shop/
September 27th, 3-6pm, location disclosed to participants. Email me with any questions! firstname.lastname@example.org
To see more of Brittany's work, see her instagram. She's an inspiration!
When you walk up the stairs to my apartment, the first thing you see is a nook. It sort of glows and it's one of my favorite things about my apartment. My dad had the genius idea of adding a skylight above it, creating THE PERFECT light box. Since then, it's been the place where I photograph many things/all the things, aka flowers.
At first, it had old plywood as a base, and I loved this weird unfinished look. (It's that imperfect/perfect balance that I always crave). At this point, I wasn't paying too much attention to it, but I would put leftovers from work there- a spare branch, a lonely flower (less is moremoremore). It's the first place I can set down what I'm lugging up the stairs (heavy buckets, bundles etc. etc.). And I loved the way things look there. Its sparseness, and empty, deconstructed feel.
The plywood was replaced by a nicer piece of wood, and then while I was away, my brother had white stone installed, really making it into a light box. The way the white reflects the light....OY.
I love the way the light changes- the afternoon is pretty magical (y'all know I'm a light chaser!)
I'll be selling bouquets and arrangements at Lunya's Sleepwear Showroom in Santa Monica on Friday, May 8th, from 10-7pm. You can pre-order here: http://www.lunyacompany.com/collections/all and if you'd like a Saturday delivery, you can email me! email@example.com
I went a little camellia and magnolia crazy this winter. The magnolia is no surprise; but the camellia... I hadn't been in California at this time of year in a while, and forgot how insanely amazing these beauties are. The real winter rose. Camellia plants like to explode with blooms; in the winter, the bushes become covered in pink, or white, stripes, deep fuchsia/red. It's incredible.
Since I haven't been working with flowers lately (working with my family's restaurant business during this quiet season), I have been enjoying daily twilight walks, during which I drool over the crazy Los Angeles plant life. Succulents are blooming like I've never before noticed; the rain followed by sudden heat has made the wisteria go bonkers....eucalyptus trees and their fuzzy bright blooms, passion vine. It's all too much, and I am scheming and planning the first garden I will plant in my adult life. Not working with flowers gives me space to think about why I like them so much (& long for them). For me, they are healing (slippery slope, here I aaaaaam). They're so real and unreal and they make me feel connected to the present and at the same time in tune with some magical otherness; I think they do it to us all, even if you're not aware of it. They mark the seasons and if you pay attention to them even just a little, their fragrances can add another dimension to your memories and periods in your life. In my dreams, I create an epic, large, wild garden where I host events that are all about living and experimenting and slow slow slow life. Where people come to play and relax; explore quiet nothing moments.
When I was in Boston this winter, I met one of the head gardeners of the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum, Taylor Johnston. She is so inspiring. Warm soul. After a degree in horticulture, some time working at flowers farms and botanical gardens, she got a Master's in Philosophy, and then, eventually, went back to working as a gardener. I love her perspective and thoughts on gardening, plants and flowers, and I wish I could really describe it here for you. Formalism and informalism, communicating the ethereal, the special and the extraordinary; perfectionism; sustainability vs. artful choices. What an inspiring visit.
A few rainy Sunday's ago, the light was perfect for photographing these violets. They have been so hardy and have lasted forever (at least a month, plus however long they were in bloom before I bought them). I've always loved them, but even more so now. Everything in Los Angeles continues to bloom and blow me away- a flower punch smack in the face. Right now the jasmine is insane- flowering everywhere, and stanking up all the neighborhood blocks. I love it. One small snip makes your entire room smell...