Double duty

Things have been happening here. Flowers. Like crazy. Weddings of friends and strangers. Coffees and hangovers and 6am flower market runs every other day. Pizza more often than not. 24 dirty flower buckets waiting for me in the bathtub. 10 large cardboard boxes of fancy vases in the living room. 6 weddings in September. 3 gorgeous, massive cast iron urns stolen from my hallway. 2 accidentally thrown away pairs of expensive clippers. 1 very special vintage umbrella taken at a bar and lost for all time. Cliff notes version-I've missed you here.

These photos are from a wedding at Frankies in Brooklyn. The bride and groom's hired photographer had a sudden death in the family and he completely forgot about the wedding as he headed out of town. He remembered when the groom called 40 minutes before the wedding to ask where he was. 

I was there, snapping away at the flowers, and was asked to pull double duty. It was a fancy little party, so my jeans were minorly mortifying. Afterwards I immediately met a friend for dinner and ordered the best steak of my life. Or at least, the most well earned.

(My new column on design*sponge, in addition to living in, first used these photographs. Please give it a look, I mention Carl Sagan so it's worth it for that alone.)