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About Coyote Flowers

Coyote Flowers is a boutique floral studio in Toronto, Canada. Designing with the unconventional in mind, they aim to create meaningful compositions in flowers of unravelling beauty. Conscious of the emotional intent behind every piece, special importance placed on the movement throughout. Coyote Flowers' style can be described as sculptural, juxtaposing edgy with feminine.

Behind The Brand

Your best piece of advice for event planning?

It’s sounds really simple but is the hardest thing to do. Be adaptable, open minded and not really married to anything (design wise). Trust the people you’ve hired or are working with. That an unplanned change just might be the thing that elevates and makes your event unique and memorable. And do your best to remember that stress strangles creativity. So let’s just all relax and have fun!

 

What was the spark for Coyote Flowers? Where did the story begin?

A few years ago I was just finishing a conservatory movement and theatre program; which was a passion of mine but I always knew when it was over I might need to find a more practical career choice. I knew I had to be creating something and working with my hands but other than that, I didn’t really have a clear direction. I think it was my sister that suggested flowers for me. I have always loved flowers but assumed that was something everyone was just born with. I started searching and finding designers I admired on Instagram and travelled to take workshops from some of those people. To get started I would just go buy loose flowers from the market and put them together and take them apart again and again. I worked in a shop for a couple years and then was encouraged by a fellow designer to spread my wings and go out on my own. And thus, Coyote Flowers was born.

 

What inspires you creatively?

I love performance art, sculpture, dance and music.  I am completely inspired by the shapes and emotions bodies can make and are capable of. I would say I am drawn to dreamlike oddities, unravelling beauty and juxtaposition. And all things Erdem.

 

Most memorable place you’ve travelled?

Recently I went to Rome and the Amalfi coast with my husband. Where every where you look, every time you turn around you see another consciously designed detail. It seems nothing was not worth making beautiful to those people, endless marble carved drinking fountains in tiny winding back alleys and vertical lemon tree farms up the side of a mountain. And to think of the times and conditions they created these things in. I was in awe.

 

On a typical weekend we’ll find you?

Most likely doing some type of creative shoot with my husband (Photographer Matthew Henry, a very symbiotic relationship!) hanging out with our 12 year old pug Petunia or going to a jiu jitsu class. We love to have drinks at the end of the day in our little backyard.

 

A favorite quote?

‘Make Me Your Vessel” – Hillsong

Or, the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling. My Dad recited this from memory to me one day as I was cutting his hair, on a chair in my kitchen. I dissolved into tears and it’s been my favourite ever since.
 
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.