Framed images of bouquets sit dusty on the walls of the family home, resting silently, observing but never interacting. Generations grow up in front of them, often without acknowledging their existence at all.
Helen was fourteen when she first got stoned
I watched him read an entire French novel to find that quote
He’s an accountant but he owns a Harley Davidson
Perhaps a nice new pair of trousers will cheer him up
Margret’s summer crush was officially spoken for
A collaborative art project by photographer by Cam Neate & floral stylist Lucy Houghton
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