I got lucky last week - a friend managed to get hold of some free guest tickets to the
Chelsea Flower Show, and I was invited along :-) Chelsea is the biggest, most prestigious annual flower show in Britain, held in a very upmarket bit of London, so I thought I'd give you an idea of what it's like.
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Treebeard says, "Hrooom, don't be hasty... especially in the queue for coffee." |
First of all, it's CROWDED. Really,
really crowded - you pretty much have to punch some pensioner cold to get a seat when you want to eat your insanely overpriced sandwich - and everyone's trying to see the show gardens featured on the TV coverage. Some of those are really nice and you want to take them home and have a barbeque in them...
Some are awesomely modernist ....
Some are beautifully traditional....
And some are
really cool but don't look a whole lot like gardens...
There's a WALL of people around each of the gold-medal winning gardens, and you have to shuffle in slowly, take a pic and run. To be honest, you are better off watching the telly. You will certainly see more.
I prefer the plant displays inside the giant
marquee, actually. Easier to see, and just as impressive:
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This temple display from the Thai government, I believe |
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Elite-level flower-arranging |
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I think this is part of the Jamaican tourist board display |
But the most photogenic stuff is the mad-ass garden sculptures on sale. From the sublime to the ridiculous, via all points in between:
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Slate art. Love it. |
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Okay, the neighbours might start to look at you a bit askance... |
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£20,000 for something that'll be compost in a couple of years? |
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Nicely understated, I feel! |
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Because what every garden needs is a Dementor. |
And finally,
conclusive proof that shitloads of money cannot buy you good taste:
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This is about 10ft across and comes on a 20ft plinth. Your neighbours will hate you forever. |
I bought something at Chelsea! I did!
Here it is:
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But I really wanted a Fat Naked Woman on a Dinosaur |
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