June is London at its most quietly magnificent. Before the summer crowds arrive in earnest, before the heat flattens the colour from the sky — there is a window, usually lasting three to four weeks in June, when the city's rose gardens reach full bloom. Thousands of petals in every shade of blush, cream, crimson, and coral. Fragrance heavy in the still morning air. Light that, at golden hour, turns every garden into something from a painting. As a luxury photographer based in
