Once in a golden hour

I cast to earth a seed.

Up there came a flower,

The people said, a weed.


To and from they went

Thro’ my garden bower

And muttering discontent

Cursed me and my flower...










Then it grew so tall

It wore a crown of light,

But thieves from o’er the wall

Stole the seed by night


Sow’d it far and wide

By every town and tower,

Till all the people cried,

“Splendid is the flower!...




Read my little fable;

He that runs may read.

Most can raise the flowers now,

For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,

And some are poor indeed

And now again the people,

Call it but a weed

Alfred Lord Tennyson



Photography - Derek Adams


Model - Cali Gonzales

Makeup/Hair - Olivia Ranger

Vintage Inspired Dress - Lindybop

Hat - Harrods Vintage

Location - The Little Chelsea Gallery
Eastbourne, England

Dress - Collectif