the flower wall strikes back

I don't think I've slept since these images surfaced from Remix magazines floral shoot. 

The flower wall that I made for Melbourne Centrals Spring Racing Carnival excitement was put to good use once it wasn't spring racing carnival anymore. Ed Purnomo shot the floral frenzy, and I am proud as punch spiked with cough syrup that my wall cut the mustard enough to feature in such a mega babe fest. 

I'm yet to pick up a copy because the newsagent at Warriewood Square doesn't get international magazines. Not even ones from New Zealand. 

Capt Franco & Capt Mon

People often ask me if I do weddings. 

Like, of course I do weddings. What kind of chief flower enthusiast doesn't do weddings?

Truth be told, I don't take on all weddings... if you were to come to me and say-                       I want colourful gerberas for each of my 27 bridesmaids and a red rose bouquet bound with diamontes and dove eyelash sprinkles , oh and the RSL said they would do our table centerpieces, so you don't need to worry about that.

I would then say NO. No I don't do weddings. Not your wedding. 

When Capt Franco and Mon asked me "do you do weddings?" 

I said "YES! I do!" 

turbo petal pushers anamai and lilli 

The beautiful chuppah was made by Franco's best men friends.. unfortunately after we finished decorating it, it started raining. They say its good luck for it to rain on your wedding day. I think Mon & Franco are going to have years and years and years of good luck. It absolutely bucketed down all over us and the chuppah was relocated to the deck of the venue... and then again to inside the venue. 

It was really raining good luck all over the place, even sideways. 

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I love taking people out to the markets, I feel like a tour guide, its like when you are house sitting a mansion and you invite your friends over and pretend that you live there. The happiness of the flower world is too much. it almost sort of feels like its my birthday. Except I hate my birthday.. so I imagine if I didn't hate my birthday then this is what it would feel like if I loved my birthday. Usually, when I invite people to the markets they said YAAAAAAHHHHhhh, I want to go with you, and then I say, well lets got tomorrow at 4.30 am and then all of a sudden they have better things to do. Like... being asleep.

Anyway, a little while back I took a couple of Sophies out to the markets. 

One was a photographer and the other,  a journalist from Broadsheet. 

I gave them the A+ tour with all of my favourite suppliers and let them in on a few special top secret tips. If you want to know what we were talking about... click over here to read about it

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