Agave colours that are literally succulent; a velvet pastel that slakes thirst and invites touch. Crushed dew-wet roses that sing 90s-era grunge songs. Palm fronds in the tropical glasshouse that are heavy with mojito sweat. Flowers that don frivolous shades of pink and purple and white to represent different stages of dying. Rich ferns by the pond with diamond light caught in the fronds.
All photos from the Melbourne Royal Botanic Garden.
Vintage dress and hat; Wandering Coyote boots.
Hanging Rock, Victoria - Wurundjeri country.
“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.”
― Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock