ALMOST 10 YEARS AGO, we held one of our flower launch parties in Atlanta at the botanical gardens. It was an exciting evening with people from all corners of the floral-and-garden-design world in attendance. There was, however, one garden aficionado who stood out—a man in a straw gardening hat, wearing a beautiful flower-patterned shawl, an oilcloth apron, horn-rimmed sunglasses, and a giant squash blossom turquoise necklace. We were introduced, and he never left my side the whole evening. It turned out that he wanted to write for this publication—new as it was—and I, of course, said, “YES.”
I had heard of Ryan Gainey forever and knew his work to be brilliant, poetic, and possessing that elusive combination of classicism and whimsy. But I could never have dreamt the reality of…