Late one evening this month, a woman appeared in the second-story window of an abandoned house overlooking a Detroit freeway. A spotlight illuminated her face as she flung handfuls of white petals down to the crowd gathered outside a venue that felt more like the setting of a dark fairytale than a fundraiser.
Branches of bright yellow forsythia hung over the doorways, catching visitors’ hair as they walked through the home, now owned by florist Lisa Waud. Grape hyacinths sprouted up through the floorboards that a month ago had been hidden by several feet of debris, left behind by the house’s former owners. White flowers sat in the crumbling toilet. Moss oozed out of the corners. Foliage pushed through one wall’s wooden slats, exposed by the worn-down plaster.
Priviliging the floral