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Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Posting is dead but I’ll do it for @voguechina

Working alongside @olivia.giles.set.design felt like entering a suspended world ~ one where flowers bloom freely and nature quietly takes back what belongs to her.

Shot by: @javiercastan
Set Designer: @olivia.giles.set.design
Stylist/Editor: @alvinyu613
Hair: @quentin_lafforgue
Makeup Artist: @valentina1121li
Nails: @samia.kassa
Photo assistant: @hugofazi
Digital assistant: @enriqueescandell
Producer: @roccoliuliu
Post Production: @theblackroomstudio
Florists: @lucasloigerot & me

Working on my ghosts

You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.

Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?

Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.

And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.

Working on my ghosts

You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.

Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?

Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.

And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.

Working on my ghosts

You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.

Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?

Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.

And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.

Working on my ghosts

You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.

Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?

Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.

And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.

Working on my ghosts

You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.

Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?

Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.

And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.

I wrote you a melancholic poem -

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.

Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.

So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.

The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.

So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.

O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.

You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.

History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.

Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.

I wrote you a melancholic poem -

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.

Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.

So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.

The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.

So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.

O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.

You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.

History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.

Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.

I wrote you a melancholic poem -

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.

Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.

So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.

The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.

So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.

O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.

You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.

History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.

Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.

I wrote you a melancholic poem -

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.

Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.

So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.

The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.

So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.

O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.

You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.

History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.

Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.

I wrote you a melancholic poem -

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.

Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.

So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.

The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.

So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.

O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.

You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.

History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.

Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

Thank you @vanguardmagok by @zoeyaldenDisenchanted forest with nymphs 🤍 #pfw #photoshoot #florist #fyp #flowers

The future - my dead flowers and Alexis’s eyes#flowers

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Dark Blossom

Floral arrangement by @amielmimi 🧡💐
Jewelry by @michaelhartney @mhartdesigns

As always prints are available

Reef & Root

Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.

A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.

Florist photo dump

Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot

#florist #ikebana #bouquet

Reef & Root

Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.

A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.

Florist photo dump

Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot

#florist #ikebana #bouquet

Reef & Root

Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.

A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.

Florist photo dump

Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot

#florist #ikebana #bouquet

Reef & Root

Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.

A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.

Florist photo dump

Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot

#florist #ikebana #bouquet

Reef & Root

Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.

A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.

Florist photo dump

Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot

#florist #ikebana #bouquet

Series III — Macro of a Calla

A tintype misfire turned artifact.
The bloom bleeds into silver —
An accident becoming an expression of its own.
Organic. Incrusted.
Not just captured — transformed.

#florist #tintype

Series III — Macro of a Calla

A tintype misfire turned artifact.
The bloom bleeds into silver —
An accident becoming an expression of its own.
Organic. Incrusted.
Not just captured — transformed.

#florist #tintype

Series III — Macro of a Calla

A tintype misfire turned artifact.
The bloom bleeds into silver —
An accident becoming an expression of its own.
Organic. Incrusted.
Not just captured — transformed.

#florist #tintype

Series II — The Leaf

Each experiment with tintype evolves and transforms the forms of the ikebana.

#tintype #ikebana #photography #flowersofinstagram

Series II — The Leaf

Each experiment with tintype evolves and transforms the forms of the ikebana.

#tintype #ikebana #photography #flowersofinstagram

Series II — The Leaf

Each experiment with tintype evolves and transforms the forms of the ikebana.

#tintype #ikebana #photography #flowersofinstagram

Series II — The Leaf

Each experiment with tintype evolves and transforms the forms of the ikebana.

#tintype #ikebana #photography #flowersofinstagram

Series I — Cluster of flowers

Exploring the meeting point between floral impermanence and photographic permanence.
These arrangements were created in the spirit of Ikebana — honoring the dynamic between earth, sky, and man — working with flowers as soulfully as the medium of tintype demands: slow, precise, imperfect, and deeply intentional. A quiet conversation between two crafts.

#Ikebana #Tintype #photography #flowerdesign

Series I — Cluster of flowers

Exploring the meeting point between floral impermanence and photographic permanence.
These arrangements were created in the spirit of Ikebana — honoring the dynamic between earth, sky, and man — working with flowers as soulfully as the medium of tintype demands: slow, precise, imperfect, and deeply intentional. A quiet conversation between two crafts.

#Ikebana #Tintype #photography #flowerdesign

Series I — Cluster of flowers

Exploring the meeting point between floral impermanence and photographic permanence.
These arrangements were created in the spirit of Ikebana — honoring the dynamic between earth, sky, and man — working with flowers as soulfully as the medium of tintype demands: slow, precise, imperfect, and deeply intentional. A quiet conversation between two crafts.

#Ikebana #Tintype #photography #flowerdesign

Series I — Cluster of flowers

Exploring the meeting point between floral impermanence and photographic permanence.
These arrangements were created in the spirit of Ikebana — honoring the dynamic between earth, sky, and man — working with flowers as soulfully as the medium of tintype demands: slow, precise, imperfect, and deeply intentional. A quiet conversation between two crafts.

#Ikebana #Tintype #photography #flowerdesign

Antico Contempo x Amiel — Rhizom

A timeless conversation between nature and art.
—
Une conversation éternelle entre la nature et l’art.

#ancientart #flowers #resinart #contemporanyart #ikebana #flowersofinstagram

Antico Contempo x Amiel — Rhizom

A timeless conversation between nature and art.
—
Une conversation éternelle entre la nature et l’art.

#ancientart #flowers #resinart #contemporanyart #ikebana #flowersofinstagram

Antico Contempo x Amiel — Rhizom

A timeless conversation between nature and art.
—
Une conversation éternelle entre la nature et l’art.

#ancientart #flowers #resinart #contemporanyart #ikebana #flowersofinstagram

Antico Contempo x Amiel — Rhizom

A timeless conversation between nature and art.
—
Une conversation éternelle entre la nature et l’art.

#ancientart #flowers #resinart #contemporanyart #ikebana #flowersofinstagram

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril

𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫

Look by @alexissablayrolles
Shooting by @rafaell.e
Flower design by @amielmimi from @studio.rhizom
Model @wooj0_

#flowerofinstagram #shooting #flowers #bouquet #fleurs #rafaellelorgeril