Glenn ARVOR

I started learning floristry in France back in 1998. For over a decade, I worked in different shops, learning the rules, mastering the techniques, and building a solid foundation. But after a while, I needed space to move, to grow, to see what else was possible beyond traditional design.

In 2012, I left France and moved to Australia. Those six years changed me. I worked with all kinds of people, in all kinds of places. I started unlearning. Letting go of what “should” be done. I explored texture, instinct, and mess. That’s when floristry became more than craft, it became a language.

In 2019, I moved to Vietnam for a job I wasn’t sure I was ready for. Everything shifted again, the pace, the light, the way things bloom and break here. It was supposed to be temporary. But I stayed, now I can call Vietnam home.

My work is rooted in impermanence in bruised fruit, wilting petals, stems that lean the wrong way. I use flowers and vegetables like some use paint or sound: to express emotion, tension, and instinct. I don’t aim for perfection. I look for presence. For honesty. For something that feels alive…