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Kelty and I both detested roses as adolescents. What an unoriginal, predictable flower to bestow upon a crush or place on a windowsill when a clump of Begonias, a stalk of Snapdragons or a mess of Ranunuculus were so much lovelier!
Funny thing is, years later we are both slowly starting to realize just how lovely roses can be. Especially wild Portland roses. They're resilient little suckers, battling the heavy spring rains, clinging to god knows what to stay afloat, and even surviving incompetent gardeners such as myself {I was convinced my failure to prune them this winter would have finished them off, but no!}.
See below for a recent shoot in one of my favorite mags, i-D, joined with photos I took yesterday evening in my garden/neighbor's front yard.
I-D photos of Malgosia Bela by Karim Sadli.
Oh, {dame} Vivienne.
You are the the poster girl of Tintwistle, the queen of King's Road, the patron saint of pirates, punk and pretty.
Fearless, color-struck, cradle-robbing and noughty, you are too fast to live and too young to die!
Sincerely,
Hannah
Explore Vivienne's fashions here.
Have you tasted the bakery/cafe Tartine of San Francisco? I'd only heard legend of their delectable confections, but finally sampled two masterpieces at a wedding this weekend. I won't even attempt to describe their deliciousness, but will say that they were the perfect finale to my official {and hopefully temporary} hiatus from gluten/wheat. An unfortunate thought, imagining my life without another Tartine experience, but the memory will surely remain sweet.
Loving these photos taken by the dapper Mr. Selby.
