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Pamela Love is the fucking tribal chief of accessories. Absolutely bewitched and bewildered while simultaneously worshipping the Paleolithic and instinctively sharp elements of this Spring 2011 collection.
My new inspiration has me wanting to be a warrior who never brushes her hair: urban~chic creatures of the clan.

refinery29 /Photography by: Ryan Koopmans

Comments

ediot said…
LOVE these pieces. man theyre brilliant!
hope youre having a wonderful week love
take care
xx
Anonymous said…
love this!
MrJeffery said…
wow, that jewelry is fab.
Lexie V. said…
Gorgeousssss <3 I want it all!
Lainey said…
She really is amazing. I would die to have every piece in her collection.
Marissa said…
Amzing post, exactly why you keep me coming back. You're on top, Bella!

kisses
Marissa said…
Amzing post, exactly why you keep me coming back. You're on top, Bella!

kisses
Marissa said…
Amzing post, exactly why you keep me coming back. You're on top, Bella!

kisses
Unknown said…
hell yea! all the way! i love the drawn on 'tats' and seriously those accessories are kicking major ass. umm so im just going to say that from now on im not washing my hair and teasing it big time - hello modern day cave lady ;)

KeepItFvncy,
M.E.
Anonymous said…
You would totally rock this collection!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
diane said…
You? Not brushing your hair? Bella, that would last about 5 minutes, haha. I know what you mean about being inspired by this stuff though. It's really great.
ilikestuff said…
Ugghhh me too. Want. want. want. Especially the studded-gear-like bangles at the bottom.
Unknown said…
ohh lala ♥
sweet said…
WOW those accessories are bold and great...and she is fierce for making a bold statement too..

gorgeous!!!!

Kisses
Sweet
PensandLens
mariska said…
they r gorgeuss!
=D

XOXO
veronicaa said…
Gorgeous accessories!
Veronica
my passion for fashion blog
lauren said…
want all of it!
Puck Litaay said…
those rings are fabfabfab.

Puck
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