Agnes b. florist

Agnes b. florist is another favourite of mine.
What I like about designer florists is that they don't mind
me taking photos of the flowers.  It's like, what, I can't take a photo because you are scared I'm going to copy your ideas of flowers?
 Unlike at Dior and Chanel stores where 
I was told in no uncertain terms that my camera is not welcome!
iPhones are great in that sense: switch to silent, pretend to talk on the phone
and when the "butler/security guard" at the door isn't looking,
snap away!


For Linda, on her birthday today:















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