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Images from Alex's stash

Quick post because an alarming amount of excitement, regarding an upcoming publication with one of my favorite literary magazines, has malfunctioned my ability to think clearly.

(Vintage and DIY jewelry, Revlon lavender nail polish, Miu Miu platforms, Victoria's Secret tap pants, Random white tee from a stack of unmentionables, Target lace socks, cheap red lipstick that should only be worn on arms)

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Anonymous said…
Love these photos. And the Miu Miu platforms...speechless.

I just wanted to mention that I added you to my blogroll. <3

http://noctambulebaby.blogspot.com
FASHION SNAG said…
Love the Miu Mius with lace socks.

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Lurrrrve these visual delights!
ilikestuff said…
I just so love the satin Miu Mius. How do you keep them so pristine!?
Lauren said…
LOVE. U ROCK THIS!!!!!


AND CONGRATS BELLA. NO ONE DESERVES IT MORE THAN YOU!!!!
Lauren said…
p.s. I"M SURE U TOOK THESE. U ARE AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPHER!!
Jess said…
mad post
sweet said…
Wow!!! I got excited with those post even though it was just quick!!!

whehhee...can't wait for it love...

love the photos!

take care
Sweet
PensandLens
Alex said…
Babe, these sure do make for an incredible blog post! I cherish these photos deep in my pericardium. I love you. And yet another congratulations!!!!!!
Carolina Krews said…
nice heels on second pic, love it ;)

xo,
Carolina
kaitlyn said…
ahhh the miu miu heels! i went into a miu miu store a few days ago and was just so enamored with everything. nice collection of images.

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kaitlyn
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Missariadne said…
Lovely blog!!Amazing!!
Rule of Fashion said…
love your blog


checkout my shoppingblog

http://ruleoffashion.blogspot.com/
i just love love love those fierce miu miu's! great pics bella :)

luv,
cara mia
lovely pics

x

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