Hanami translates literally as 'flower viewing.' People gather for picnics beneath Japan's cherry blossom trees, straw mats and rice wine in tow—a symbolic occasion, both effervescent and melancholic, celebrating and in many ways reminiscing the ephemeral nature of things. It seems hanami externalizes this collective phantom limb aching for lost nostalgia—a deep undercurrent of malaise and yearning for reasons unspecified. This photo series is where the beauty of transience intersects with subjective themes of womanhood and emotional nostalgia. If a world of women descended upon Earth, straw mats and rice wine in tow—a picnic for the post-apocalypse, effervescent and melancholic—what would that look like?