For the fifth consecutive year, I made it out to the Philadelphia Flower Show and as expected, it didn't disappoint. There was a threat of snow in the air as I set out this morning, but if you're an integral part of the media like me, you cannot let that stand in the way. There was a story to be reported on and I needed to deliver.
This year's theme is ARTiculture, "where art meets horticulture" and well ... I'll let the photos do the talking.
Actually before that, I have a few observations on the crowd at the show that I must report out on. Specifically, three different "types" of visitors I witnessed today and each and every other time I've been to this show:
Husband/boyfriend wearing an Eagles jersey telling the world it wasn't his idea to go to the show - this was as entertaining to watch as the show itself. As the wife/girlfriend walked from display to display, wine in hand, the husband/boyfriend didn't hide his disdain for being there and constantly checked his phone with a courtesy glance thrown at the flowers every minute or so.
Husband/boyfriend pretending to be interested with the hopes of scoring points with their significant other - this was also super entertaining and I appreciated the effort.
Models demanding to have themselves photographed in front of each and every display - true story, I witnessed a woman, the width of a twix bar, ask her photographer boyfriend/gofer if he can make sure she looks as thin as possible in a particular shot. I threw her a sandwich and walked away.
Back to the show ...
