INTRODUCTION
L
ondon captivated me well before I meandered along its ancient cobblestoned
alleyways or marveled at its historic structures. From the air, circling Heathrow
one long-ago summer, I discerned, at first, the bright-green patchwork fields of the
countryside, and then the breathtakingly grand expanses of the Royal Parks, and finally,
closer in, a multitude of row houses with their tiny gardens of pinks and purples, all
lush and welcoming.
Subsequently, I fell deeply in love with the irresistibly complex bouquet of
tradition and trendsetting, whimsy and pageantry, playfulness and propriety that is
this magnificent city.
Perhaps not surprisingly, my most memorable London experiences have been
inextricably interwoven with gardens. Whether I was rambling through nearby
Richmond Park from our Sheen cottage the first summer I visited in my teens, or
sitting in Russell Square in my early twenties, memorizing Shakespeare for my acting
courses at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, the open spaces of London have
seeped into my consciousness, awakened my imagination, and become part of me.
My dual passions for natures flowers and mankinds resplendent buildings
form the basis of much of my photography and writing. Thus, as in the creation of
the previous volumes in this series, Paris in Bloom and New York in Bloom , Ive drawn
inspiration for this book not only from the botanical bounty found in the city but also
from its floral-inspired architecture, and the juxtaposition of the two.
Throughout, Ive been continually fascinated by the distinctive London details that
make up its unique visual language, inscribed with quintessential English eloquence: the
blacks of taxis, iron railings, lampposts, and checkered tiles; the reds of buses, phone
booths, post boxes, and the Union Jack; the yellows of daffodils and mews cottages.
CELEBRATING LONDONS FLORAL HERITAGE
To those I would add gilded ceiling medallions, spiral staircases that mirror the
whorled petals of an unfolding flower, painted panels in stately homes, designer fabrics,
vintage cars, flowery china teacups, pubs festooned with flowers that are echoed in
their etched and frosted windows, the rose gates at the National Portrait Gallery,
imposing white Mayfair mansions that take themselves seriously, and pastel-painted
Notting Hill houses that dont. Ill never tire of wandering, observing, and collecting
images of this evolving panorama.
I adore chatting with London taxi drivers, especially when, upon inquiring about
my profession as a floral photographer, they invariably share particulars of their
own cherished gardens, which are an essential element of their existence. These
simple conversations exemplify the nearly universal passion that Londoners have for
gardening, on glorious display everywhere in the city.
Photographing the floral abundance of London is a joy and a privilege. But equally,
I like the rare days when I leave my camera behind and amble through a park with only
a pen and notebook, scribbling down details about the emerging plants and flowers,
gathering field notes and memories.
These past few months, while completing this volume, Ive been fortunate to
reside in an elegant Kensington house on an exceptionally quiet and pretty street that
must be one of the citys most floriferous. Flanked at either end by two residences
extravagantly embellished with wisteria, the lane has since early March offered an
astonishing procession of spring beauty: ornamental plum trees, magnolias, camellias,
cherries, lilac, wisteria, jasmine, roses, and, soon to come, lavender. Each week brings
new and fragrant wonders outside my front door.
At this moment, as I write from a curvy iron bench in Kensington Gardens on a
warm April morning, with the heavy scent of lilac entwined in my hair, all the magic of
that first London summer comes rushing back: the thrill of arriving, the anticipation
of exploring, the jubilance of discovering a land of enchantment.
So, if the realm of England is a garden, an Elysium of blooming delights, London has
always been, to me, its floral heart, a demi-paradise for flower gardeners, flower sellers,
and flower lovers. My ardent wish is that you may also discover, through these pages,
that glorious wonderland beckoning to you.
Georgianna Lane
London,
April 2019