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(Vintage hat and sweater, Missoni sunglasses)

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David Diaz said…
BEAUTIFUL photos! I love the last one! :)

David
www.VirtuallyStunning.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
Gorgeous and I love the hat!
2 of my favorite things!
Olive Cooper said…
My god woman you are stunning! Good thing James isn't in the room! lol

peace x

Olive Cooper
Suzanne said…
Hi! my name is Suzanne and i'm currently studying Fashion&branding in Amsterdam. You might be interested in a challenge that I'm starting tomorrow:

http://freefashionchallenge.com

It's a project where around 20 people from all around the globe who are directly linked with fashion, stop buying clothing & accessories (so also no underwear & socks) for a year!! You can follow our ups and downs as we have different assignments throughout the year as well,

well I hope you find it interesting! For more info check the website

Thanks!
Vanni said…
very nice pictures.
Lisa P. said…
Do you do any modeling? I think you have what it takes.

I'm sure you hear a lot but you looklike Megan Fox!
Tom said…
You look amazing. Nice compostition.

Tom
www.fashionaspassionbytom.blogspot.com/
i really want a chuncky sriped sweater!!!

http://themakeup101s.blogspot.com/
Missariadne said…
Wow!
Lovely pics!
Alex said…
Great photos! The 2nd and 4th are my favorites, and like I told you yesterday, the 2nd is my new desktop background, girlfy!!!
Anonymous said…
love the hat!!
Unknown said…
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Cut Copy Create said…
LOVING the hat
May Kasahara said…
duh - can't resist a chick in stripes
esp YOU in stripes. *love*

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