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At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I have a few thoughts regarding this  potted-orchid-as-a-thank-you tradition we have in the fashion industry.  I only bring it up after taking a stroll through the ELLE halls and  seeing desk after desk cluttered with once-regal white orchids in  varying states of decay, slowly meeting their demise under the  unflattering, and certainly inhospitable climate born of fluorescent  lighting and 68-degree closed-circulation air. Don’t get me wrong, orchids are beautiful—I love them. But they’re  Daphne-Guinness-level fragile, in need of elaborate care for mere  survival. (Were it that they, too, could exist on Guinness’ potent combo  of Ensure and Red Bull.)  My mom, an orchid lover who owns at least ten, follows a strict  spritzing schedule and has to special-order their (expensive) food. Some  experts even recommend talking to them to stimulate growth. And before all of that, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to transfer the  orchid from the glass cube in which it’s delivered into a big, comfy  terra cotta urn—stuff’s no joke! As we editors watch the blooms wither and fall off, the waxy, wide  leaves becoming spotted (stricken with some sort of plant disease,  PERHAPS?), it serves as a searing reminder of our irresponsibility—we  can’t take care of a goddamn thing, can we? And we’re almost thirty  years old!!—and of our own mortality. I’m burdened with these thoughts  as I sit at my desk trying to scribble out 150 words about a clutch. But I think have a solution…and fortunately there’s an eco angle. (Magazine editors love an
 eco story.)  Start a community garden with all of the potted orchids that fashion  people let die in their offices. You open up this courtyard to  underprivileged children and  seniors—let them take care of it! Have 
Zaha Hadid design the park benches and maybe we commission Banksy to paint a few botanical murals. Make it a fashion thing. Or, we get 
DVF to plant them on the Highline right outside her Meatpacking studio?  They may not be indigenous species like the rest of the flora there, but  a) they’d be recycled and b) off my desk, which would be a gift to both  editors and the earth, right?