Wine Like Flowers

August 3, 2013

Words, Floral Design and Photography by Ashley Bailey

I like my wine like I like my flowers –blood red. 

I don’t do Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio or Riesling. I do do the occasional Rose´and Champagne.

When I speak of wine, I am a looking for a big, fat deep red Cabernet, Pinot Noir, or a Cotes du Rhone to flow through my blood. It could be 102 degrees outside and you will find me sipping a large glass of dark red wine.

I feel the same way about flowers. While white flowers are lovely, they aren’t my favorite. I like a deep burgundy, almost black dahlia, a dark red garden rose, and the scrumptious shade of red that is the ranunculus.

How do you take your flowers?

 

 

 

ashley bailey, owner and founder of the byrd collective, has a varied design background with a strong focus on floral and event design. born and raised in corpus christi, texas, she left home for austin to study art history and art at the university of texas. she then moved to houston where she worked with sarah bergner and rebekah johnson of bergner and johnson design. ashley left texas for new york city to work for david monn, david beahm, aab productions and kcd worldwide producing incredible events. she then headed to the deep south, by way of savannah, georgia, to work as the director of events at scad. it was there, inspired by the creative energy, eccentric personalities, and gifted artists, that ashley started creating the byrd collective.

(Ashley’s photo courtesy of another Ashley– the amazing  Ashley Garmon)

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