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Windy St.


Floral patterns melding into florescent grass behind me.


(Alice + Olivia military jacket, Forever 21 pants and sandals, vintage camisole, Cynthia Rowley sunglasses, YSL and vintage rings)

Comments

Anonymous said…
gorgeous! perfect outfit :)

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Lesedi said…
Love the glasses

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Rosa creativa said…
beautiful!

xx
Rosa

My Stylish Little Secret
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Couture Carrie said…
Hi gorgeous!
Love this look!

xoxox,
CC

P.S. Thanks again for the fabulous tee ~ I love it!
Anonymous said…
I love floral!! <3

xox Courtney Michele
Breakfast in Wonderland
Natalie Suarez said…
cute! i like the jacket :)

xx

natalieoffduty.blogspot.com
Alex said…
Gorgeous girlfriend, I love you and this jacket! ;)
Anonymous said…
i love your style!! it's so vintage.
Have you been in Florence for Pitti?
I was there and I saw the italian brand Il Bisonte..I'm sure you'll love it!! it's in your style
katie
Anonymous said…
i love your glasses!such a gorgeous outfit:)
xoxo
Dylana Suarez said…
Love this so much!

xoxo,

colormenana.blogspot.com
Love the name of your blog!and beautiful pictures !
xoxo
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The Key To Chic said…
I want those pants! They look incredible! How long ago did you buy them?

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