I love dried flowers. As quirky as it may sound, I love them.
I treasure their delicacy, it looks like they are made of the thinnest paper.
They also slightly change colour a little bit, trading their first-life glow for some matte shade.
Most of all I am charmed by the creases that get formed when they get dry.
There is beauty in everything.
Words | Photography : Rosamaria Filograsso
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