Some BTS photos from the weekend, which in my opinion are the best photos. The ones that probably would not fare too well on instagram to the masses by they are close to my heart.
While I returned from Palm Springs Sunday AM, mentally I returned today. Always takes a few days to recover from a wedding for me but I despise relaxing (except when the bachelor is on, we have already discussed this) and so the depression naturally ensues for a few days following the recovery because I have had too much chill. and question my purpose in life, etc. So much goes into these events. Physically sure, but on top of running the logistics and being mindful of budgets and profit margins, you are left drained creatively as well. A friend in the industry once talked to me about this and at first I thought it might be over the top, but time has proven her 100p correct. So I sit here, drained on all fronts yet I somehow managed to make it through 45 min of a kickboxing class today so one may say I’m a woman of valor.
I want to talk about the Los Angeles flower market.
So I live almost exactly between LA and Santa Barbara with zero venues near me. A lot of larger scale events happen in those two counties so all my jobs are destination jobs. It really was an accident how it worked out but anyway, I often then source my product in either direction depending on which market I am closer to (great one up north called florabundance). Naturally for this job in Palm Springs I went to the LA market. I probably go there 10 times a year and I really really do not like it, every single damn time. I have a troubling curiosity for how people handle that place on a consistent basis. What long term damage it wreaks on their psyche.
The anxiety for me begins as I get off the 101 and really hits its peak when I pull into the florescent lit parking garage. I usually arrive around 6:30am, often half awake with my shirt on inside out (actually happened last week). Once you hit the floor of the first of two buildings, you gotta make the laps. The first of many many laps. You know you’ve done enough when the couple at Choice start to look at you funny. So you scope out your pre-orders from the big guys and see what looks bad, then mad dash to all the smaller vendors to scrounge around for replacements (2 bunches here…. 4 bunches there…eventually overbuy from starvation mentality). Checking your list for your last min adds, and rehearsal dinner is a vastly different palette than the wedding so you almost have to split your eyeballs in opposing directions to look for both products at once, a learned skill which I barely possess. All the while that deep seeded feeling lurking in the back of your mind that someone is racing just ahead of you looking for the same product and the same quantity and if you only woke up 10 min earlier you would have beat them to it. Somehow though, in all of this bustle and hysteria, there are the people you run into that seem to be having a completely different experience than you. Calm, shirt not only right-side-in but it’s a much higher quality linen and, they had time to grab a coffee?
Signing off demanding answers.