THE OF LAGUAGE FLOWERS
I’M early. I have been up since 4am, having caught the red-eye flight from Cape Town to Joburg, boarded the Gautrain to Rosebank and then hopped into an Uber to the front gate of 15 11th Avenue, Randburg – which will be my place of new beginnings for the next eight days.
The room I am in – once a garage that has been converted into a studio/flower haven – is an icy 16°C; flowers need to be kept cold. Since I’m smack-bang in the middle of
