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Corsets † Bones † Progress Painting Shots

I recently had the amazing opportunity to work with Lingerie Please for a second time and as a result, am now shamelessly addicted to corsets. But since the asphyxiating 100+ degree temperatures show no signs of stopping anytime soon, a few obligatory art studio photos seemed pretty unavoidable. Not really opposed to wearing lingerie in public, though. I mean, have you seen these corsets/basques!

Took these shots a couple weeks back and posted a teaser here as well as the completed version of Agitha The None here.


(Playful Promises Dolly Boned Corset c/o Lingerie Please, Stella McCartney silk/lace tap pants, Vintage rings)

Comments

Vertiginoso said…
WOow Dear Bella so not Only this lingerie (naturally) suits you marvelously BUT these Alcôve(ilicious) jewels (obviously) are sympathetic with artistic creative process too ("deeply approving look") !!!

à Bientôt, Antoine
Alex said…
Love these, baby. Sexy, beautiful, and artistic all at the same time, you are!
Anonymous said…
in love with this post, bella!
Marcela Gmd said…
Hi lovely, I love your blog and your Job!!
Besos, desde España, Marcela
Jemy Tinsay said…
You are gorgeous!! I'm in love with your art! Your works are so inspiring. Following you now. =)

xx
Jemy
i will have to chekc out that label, i love that corset!

thanks for sharing,
Annina
www.cinchedatthewaist.com

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