Kinfolk winter flowers

Kinfolk Flowers shot by Parker Fitzgerald
In January, I worked on a photoshoot in my old floral studio (ahem bedroom) that has found a home in the current volume of Kinfolk Magazine. It was the first collaboration between Parker Fitzgerald and I, and while we've created some really satisfying stories together since, this one is still the favorite. We both were quite new in the world of professional shoots at the time, and I think it set the tone for what would end up being a very creative and successful year for us. A win just out of the gate, thanks in part to Francesca and Micha who graciously let me poke them with flowers all day.
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Kinfolk Flowers shot by Parker Fitzgerald
Kinfolk Flowers shot by Parker Fitzgerald
Kinfolk Flowers shot by Parker Fitzgerald
Kinfolk Flowers shot by Parker Fitzgerald
While I was knee-deep in flowers that day, I got a phone call to style my first commercial advertising shoot. I hyperventilated a bit, and then went out for fried chicken with everyone. A practice in self-actualization that still makes me flush with unexpected happiness. It's been a great run, and while the year is nearly over, it's still only the beginning around here. I hope you spend the end of this one warm and surrounded by those you love. I'll be christmassing with my parents and new yearsing with Michael. The only thing that will be missing is a big, long hug from my sister who can't come home this year.


Open Studio Night

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Attention New Yorkers! Saturday the 15th (tomorrow!) I am having a little open studio party and wreath sale. From 4 to 7pm, we will be swilling mulled wine and hawking all kinds of Charlie Brown wreaths in Greenpoint and I really hope you can stop by. My new perfumer studiomate Julia from Nova Perfume will also be selling custom fragrance gift certificates. I'm so excited to invite you to see the space and please, bring friends (and cookies). Till tomorrow.

The Makers

My studio by Jen Causey
Today I gently placed a headdress of black callas on Anjelica Huston for a photoshoot. Do I even need to continue? She kissed BOTH my cheeks and told me she wished she had a place to wear it that night. If the Mayan calendar is correct, I will at least feel good about what I've accomplished here. If it isn't correct, yay, I'm going to LA for New Years!

Earlier in the fall Jen Causey visited the studio to take some photos and do an interview for her amazing site The Makers. I think that this is likely your first real peek into my workspace (why oh why did it take 10 months?) and I'm really excited to show you. Remember when "I prayed for a huge, prewar industrial loft to make messes in"? I finally got it.
My studio by Jen Causey
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There are lots more photos on her site and also an interview about my background and creative process.   Please go have a look! I'm planning on having a little open studio and holiday wreath sale after my class this Saturday the 15th here, and would like nothing more than to see your smiling face. Please mark your calendars and stay tuned for updates. Until then, kisses from Anjelica. 

Holiday shop and wreath class

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I couldn't be more thrilled to announce a little holiday project I've been working on, an online shop of ornaments, wreaths and garlands by yours truly. The quantities are quite limited as everything is made by me by hand. 


Included in the shop is a wreath-making class hosted in my Brooklyn studio on December 15th. We will be making evergreen wreaths with grapevine bases (and drinking hot, potentially boozey apple cider while we are at it.)


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All of this holiday crafting has me singing carols and drinking soy nog like a fool. Please visit the shop to see everything and sign-up for the class if you are nearby! Let's make it a merry and happy one this year.

On Thanks

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We cooked the bird over the weekend when my sister was in town so thanksgiving is already done in Maryland. I've been cooped up in my childhood bedroom and am really excited for tomorrow, not too much fussing in the kitchen, just an apple tart and some roasted vegetables. We have cold turkey for days.

A thanksgiving without the crammed kitchen will be a relief for a change, a long walk in the afternoon and maybe a campfire at night. Some time to actually reflect on gratitude and not dirty dishes. When you are driven, thanks don't always come easily. What's next instead of a little pause for celebration. But I'm trying to actively acknowledge these things. Parents who are healthy, supportive, creative and damn funny. A sister who is gentle and ridiculously talented. A boyfriend who is improbably handsome, thoughtful and appreciative of crazy girls. A family house that is glorious beyond words. True friends. An old black pick-up that I adore. More opportunities for work than I can possibly handle. A cat that is daily becoming less of an asshole. Flowers, always. And you, still with me after 5 years.

France Palmer's Studio

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My good friend Frances Palmer is having a pottery sale at her studio in Weston, Connecticut this weekend. Her pots are something of a legend and going to see them in person is really worth it.  Details for the sale are here.
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November 6th

Things aren't nearly normal in our post-hurricane city. Lines for gas are 8 hours long, my two main artery subways are down indefinitely and there are still a lot of people who are really hurting here. The truck is marooned on a side street until the gas hysteria calms itself, and I'm biding my time flushing money back into the economy through excessive use of taxi cabs. 

Last week was the 7th anniversary of my accident and I'm feeling so ridiculously lucky. I have a tradition of excessive personal niceness surrounding November 1st that dates back to a certain unemployed trip to Paris. This year it was fancy clog boots and a surprise pumpkin pie from Michael with 7 candles. 7 years and I am feeling good.

Survival is the best present of all and it's especially appreciated this year. Chin up, New York. Humans are strong things. Now let's celebrate our survival and vote! 

Greenpoint

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I spent last night snuggled on the sofa at my friend Anne's house in Portland, refreshing delta.com to see when I can go back home to the city. I came out to the West Coast last week to do flowers for a Kinfolk shoot and after several canceled flights, tomorrow night I will be shuttled cross country back to my cat and boy, my studio and truck and flowers. I'm stranded in a Stumptown. It could be worse.
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Portland is putting on a good show. Lots of gloom and drizzle, hot coffee and really wonderful friends. So much food I think I need new jeans and I haven't even hit up Bugerville for a pumpkin milkshake yet. Being a traveling florist and working on shoots with really inspiring people- I'm still overwhelmed that this is a job. Feeling grateful, and also grateful that my truck didn't get a big ol tree through the windshield back home. Cat is alive. Boyfriend and buddies are safe and dry. Parents have power. All is quiet on the eastern front.

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These are some flowers from a job for Levi's last week. I'm facing down winter and as a florist it means jobs like that are now worth a million since weddings have slowed. We have big plans in store for the quiet months that include dreaming up new ways of working with flowers apart from the usual event rigamarole, and I can't wait to step off the roller coaster for a bit.

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I've been really in love with the studio lately. The view from the roof (and my windows) of the East River is a knock out. It sits directly on the river, and it's the only place I can go that really cements my appreciation for the city. It's hard being so far from home while everyone suffered the storm. Greenpoint, where the studio is, really had a rough go of it and I'm anxious to get back to my home away from home.

Drying herbs

Quick! Let's talk about something, anything, other than weddings. Or flowers. Or my general exhaustion and feelings for both. Herbs? Drying them? Okay.

wrote a story for the new volume five of Kinfolk Magazine about gathering and drying herbs in the fall. I dreamt up the idea in early spring and hopped a plane to Oregon to create it with my new but old-feeling friend, Parker Fitzgerald. This project, and I think our friendship in general,  has been quite creatively inspiring. His photos have pushed me to shoot my own work more intentionally (and on manual!) and I think he's caught a bit of flower fever from me. Platonic pals- they are important.








Collaborating can be deceptively hard. There were highs and lows with planning a shoot from the other side of the country. Different visions, different strengths. Once we agreed on location (Parker, can we pleeeease shoot in your garage) and once we got the herbs (Parker, pleeeease pull over the truck so I can steal that lavender), we were good to go. Everything fell into place at the 11th hour and the actual shoot was so ridiculously laid-back I felt like we were cheating. The next day we went on this hike, where my brain short-circuited from insane beauty. What a week.

I'm excited to show you more of the upcoming stories we've made together and I hope we'll be shooting side by side again soon. In the meantime, take a look at his beautiful photos from the Kinfolk dinner in Philly, including some of and some taken by, yours truly.

*All of these photos are Parker's, except 6, 8, 9 & 10.

Consistency

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The studio has been humming lately. Our usual pursuits have been abandoned to log some serious face time with foraged wild persimmons and dahlias from Frances' garden. My friend Siri has been helping here a lot, and along with Kait, they keep me together. Siri always wears stripes to work and impractically stylish clog heels. I always wear the same thing I wore yesterday. Consistency- it's key.
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The studio is now full of dirty vases, at least 30 of them. About 6 old coffee cups. A deflated air-mattress. Just laying down for a minute turns into your intern arriving on her first day to find you face down, asleep at 2pm because you've been working since 6  in the blink of an eye so it's best just to not even go there. 

This bouquet is from last weekend, a little in size but big in spirit wedding that was spun from a Gilded Age, mahogany lacquered library on 5th Ave. There were 3 tables. 30 feet of hydrangea garland. 300 votives. A mega-massive flower and dripping candlewax taper extravaganza at the bar. Going back after midnight to clean up the party was devastating. Being both the maker and the destroyer could keep a girl up at night. Good thing that it's impossible to keep your eyes open from sheer exhaustion on the drive back home. At a red light on 14th street, I had to beg a chinese fire-drill because I couldn't physically drive another block. A handful of flowers came up to the apartment and Michael put them in a vase while I passed out.