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Much Ado

Just some random backyard adventures and misadventures... after the resurgence of several obscured pieces in the nadir of a well-discussed sickly closet, my love child camera beckoned the opportunity.

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cass said…
omg.
those shoes are to die for.
and you wear them so well. <3
Anonymous said…
Everytime I see your photos I just sigh. They are so awesome! You should list all of your clothes xo
FASHION CHALET said…
As do I. In fact I am in the middle of moving and have moved more shoes than clothes in the last few days. And I am still thinking about getting more!?!??!? STOP ME. lol....

LOVE your outfit here (and of course, your shoessss!) ♥

xo/ fashion chalet
Anonymous said…
Those are the most perfect pair of shoes I have ever seen!

And the print on your top is so lovely also!
Mystery Woman said…
I think your taste in shoes are incredible!
Puchi said…
Dar, killer heels.
XOXO
These photos are surreal and so beautiful! I adore your shoes.
Anonymous said…
You find the most unusual places, but it's awesome! Your blog is great!
Vertiginoso said…
Pfffffffff . . . Even if it means repeating me (YES,I am a sweet french guy !!!) you really are a "short denim-short Goddess", full of casual gracefulness : a authentic "urban feline" !!!
Vertiginoso said…
Pfffffffff . . . Even if it means repeating me (YES,I am a sweet french guy !!!) you really are a "short denim-short Goddess", full of casual gracefulness : a authentic "urban feline" !!!
Anonymous said…
Love those gladiators!
Anonymous said…
The last picture is so beautiful!

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