And this is how victoriamisu was born, a discovery by happenstance into a garden trimmed to her imagination and soul.
We found this Wonderland nurtured away from a bustling city. If the city is where breaths are held at the top of their inhales, this garden is where we exhale the stagnation into the sounds, the leaves, the sun.
Jon and I set out to this Marjorie Merriweather Post estate to capture a snapshot of summer in a frame, of traipsing through the garden in a silky red and finding the portal. I hope you love it, and that it transports you to summer ❤️