Skip to main content

Reality Bites





This past week has been more engaging than I could've ever imagined, and now it's back to reality. Whimper-whimper. Extracting the downtrodden feeling, I'm reallllly tired from unreserved amounts of blithe frolicking... but all was worth it. We took roughly 6749365 pictures, so I'm planning a little documentation over the next coupla days, but bear with me... it's a process.

Oh, and the handbag was one of my great Goodwill finds... $800 Gustto for 12 bucks!

Comments

Eeli said…
Bella! I like the effect yuou made in your second picture. Its so interesting and cool! Eep. I like the continuity form black and white --> colour :P

Which i'm glad you did because that bag is such a beautiful colour. I think detailing can make all the difference between something bla-ce and FABULOUS. I like the roped effect of the handle its just interesting. You seem to accumulate so much beautiful bags haha. Thats a good thing of course :)
Anonymous said…
I love these pictures. They are so creaive and that bag is to die for.
ryder said…
like the combination. first the shoes! great choice for the season. skirt? amazing!!! love the print. and i love teh fact that u used simple shirt and by that you actaully did the entire combination to look more sexy! bravo!
lara said…
really cute outfit, I love the first picture and your shoes are great!!
Dana (MODAna) said…
AMAZING
those are the kinds of finds you know you could make money on if you sell - but you never do...
:)
FASHION CHALET said…
Such a great photoshoot, love the shoes on you they look so FIERCE! xx

xo/ fashion chalet
Anonymous said…
your pictures are soo darling!! 800 for 12 bucks? lovely... nice artistic approach on everything on ur blog! i will definately be frequent!! madddd!! and i love those rockclimbing(are they rock climbing stuffs?lol)stuffs??
Anonymous said…
Amazing images, you always have the coolest locations and are insanely creative!!

Popular posts from this blog

Tiny Dancer

Ode to pictures galore... we are NOT camera virgins. As the weekend swiftly dwindles away following a saga of dinner parties, Christmas tree mishaps (ornament wars), and that old familiar work hard, play harder mantra… my narcissistic denim tendencies beckoned like the call of the wild. In the very nearly retirement section of my closet they loitered, brooding in uncharacteristic glamour. But with a downcast feeling that pulls you from reverie… bluntly, I knew nothing else compared to the resurgence of my second-skin blue jean baby . And about a week (or more) ago, I was pleasantly taken aback when the lovely Carrie over at Bare Style sent an e-mail and subsequently mailed over a bundle of (unexpected) amazing goodies from her store Bare Accessories . Launching a slightly embarrassing (I won’t lie) celebratory dance, it took all of a minute for the clutch, bangle, and AA leggings to baptize themselves among the legion. Obviously fated to join the ranks of my closet, I can’t wait to tak...

Running with Tinsel

Yes, we're merrymakers in masks and sparkly frocks... Thoughts of Christmas scribble the page like a creative resurrection, but with all this metaphoric graffiti spattering the paper, I still found time to bathe in that ever-prevailing yuletide euphoria. Cookie-cutter homes stood vanguard, bejeweled with twinkling lights and shimmering snowmen… obviously Saint Nick’s navigational route to every fireside in suburbia. And while the December wind and holiday spirit seemed to blow past us, through us, and all around, we hoisted the anchor of expectancy. Celebrating the entrance of yet another year, the artificial Christmas tree now appears a depressing carcass of orphaned tinsel and prehistoric ornaments. But my mind marvels a series of Machiavellian tactics, as contractual obligations of our disheveled shopping bags lends reminder to the rest of the afternoon’s binge retail-activity. This is of course, a fleeting sterilization for those painstaking holiday blue periods. ...

Madame Trouser

Here’s a sight rarely seen… trousers! Bolstering a spunky need for change, the androgynous feel masquerades as something of the fashionably divine. Once ambivalent, I decided to lay down the gauntlet and finally flaunt my denim cutoff infidelities. But where I live, it gets blasted hot, agonizingly so… and this inferno humidity can sometimes lead to stylistic disadvantages among those ever-vindictive wardrobe challenges. I mean seriously, the suburbanite ambiance is crinkled with shades of russet and leaves are falling down like rain, despite the somersaulting 60 to 80 degree variances. A common belief in the world of comfortable apparel repetition … if I wasn’t perpetually addicted to one thing, wouldn’t I just be addicted to another? Perhaps, the proverbial tatty white t-shirt?