As golden hour ensued, we ventured to a nearby cemetery to capture the eerie beauty of New Orleans. As Trinity sauntered through the paths of towering monuments, there was a haunting silence, a stillness in the air. Her gown floated amongst the dilapidated tombs; the silk was unruly in the breeze and reached toward the inscriptions, as if reading each one.  

The soft lines of the billowing skirt contrasted beautifully with the crumbling structures at each turn. The composition of Trinity’s bouquet was quite organic, free-flowing and untamed, as if it were still growing toward the light. Large white peonies softened the base, as blueberry branches and rosemary added layers of texture.