Transient, superfluous and beautiful, flowers decorate the pinnacle of New York society. The city’s wealthiest might spend $10,000 a week on them. Only Arabs driven mad by oil and Indians by weddings are more extravagant. At the other end of New York’s social spectrum, flowers are poignant leftovers of an age before the impersonality of the internet and the stagnation of wages
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