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When angles and fingers transform the simplest things



It's what happens to the sky when you close your eyes... and the way everything suddenly appears different through the voice of a camera lens.
Amongst the fallen flowers, I'm so glad Alex agreed to the binding immortalization of his badass Dior Homme shoe collection. They're even better close-up.

Currently: Planning a Putting Edge glow in the dark mini golf weekend, rapidly becoming obsessed with my Ann Demeulemeester barbed wire leather necklace, drinking Malibu rum/pineapple like it's going out of style, and finalizing those ever-infuriating holiday logistics.

(Dior Homme Grommet boots and leather high-tops/sneakers, amazing skyline captured moments before torrential rainfall, random tulle garden skirt, pile of summer DIY denim, a hodgepodge of head gear/connector rings/vintage pieces, Guess ankle boots with added cuffs, Nicole Lee studded clutch, Revlon 2010 scented Gum Drop nail polish, Bonne Bell Cotton Candy Lip Smackers, Coconut Body Butter, Young Victoria and The September Issue)

Comments

Unknown said…
I neeeeeeeed this DVD!
but I don't know when I can buy it here in spain...
so I have to wait!

xxx darling!
Kim Axani said…
Love these pics!Esp the ring pics, boot pics, and nail polish pics. And I love the ruffley skirt =)
Great style of photography.
Marissa said…
amazing skill Bella!!!!

kisses
Anonymous said…
Beautiful pics and items, so dramatic!!!
Dylana Suarez said…
Everything looks so fab!

colormenana.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
Love this, you're such a creative soul. you capture those things with great interpretation.
Revital said…
oh wow! everything looks soooo great! I wantit all (:

http://revi-pinkillusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-saturday.html
Alex said…
Wonderful job, love. These photos are beautiful!
love the shoes, sexy bella!
Lauren said…
fucking loooooooooooooooove it girl!
Lainey said…
Ooh, the September issue is so good! I loved that documentary.
veronicaa said…
Great post!
You make me want a new camera soo badly
Xo Veronica
Fashi0npassi0n.blogspot.com
Frou Flu said…
well captured.. . well said:) love the photographs:)
Bijou's Style said…
cool blog

nice pics!

xx

www.bijousstyle.com
Gorgeous post!!!
Unknown said…
Hi.
You are a very good writer.
Cool photos.
Sorry for my bad English.
I put a link of your blog in !La polla en verso!
I will read you every day.
Kind regards.
d.b
www.lapollaenverso.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
Amazing pictures!!
Anonymous said…
Amazing pictures!!
Mindey said…
These all looks fabolous!
Love the items.
i speak mojito said…
wow...ill be coming here more!

ispeakmojito.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
You make me crazy with fire and i wish to kiss you when I begin to look at that picture in the NEW POST. GAWWWWWWWWWD
Oh wow. Malibu and pine was MY drink back in the day. And it sounds pretty freaking good right now!
Sofi Moukidou said…
love all of them! very nice pics! love your blog and i would like to invite you to visit my blog : styleenmiopinion.blogspot.com
see you there! kisses!
LF said…
beads.lace.leather.gold.

you basically covered all things CHIC here!

jess s//
kerrin said…
ah the september issue is one of my FAVS! such a fun film, so much love for anna. xoxo

http://thepalooza.blogspot.com/
Sasa said…
perfect pics through all this blog! :)
Anonymous said…
amazing pictures!
*marini* said…
Hellooo from sunny Greece and ΣτάΛες στο ΓαΛάΖιο team....
Very nice blog..
Donna Vitan said…
How did you like the Young Victoria? Love Emily Blunt, especially the Devil Wears Prada (granted I enjoy the entire movie).

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