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He said, "Follow the tracks when you feel lost."


No nonsense basics for no nonsense days.


(Vintage blazer, DIY vintage Calvin Klein cut-offs, Target t-shirt, Isaac Mizrahi suede boots)

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Unknown said…
stunning xo
ediot said…
love this look! you look stunning girl!
xx
that blazer is fabulous. and yes, you really can't go wrong w/those denim shorts!
Anonymous said…
lovlovelove
Allison said…
That blazer is absolutely beyond - you pull it off perfectly! You're too gorgeous, dear Bella! xox
augustalolita said…
wonderful outfit and photos!! i love your shorts and boots <3
Alex said…
No-nonsense beauty from my no-nonsense girlfriend!
Gorgeous. I love the boots.

I'm scared of those train cross roads. They've given me the creeps since I was little. You look like a fuckn' badass standing there ;)
fabulousjunk said…
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fabulousjunk said…
love it

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sajuki said…
amazing look ;)
Lucia said…
lovely outfit, love the leopard print. also, your artwork is beautiful, you are truly talented!

Http://whothefuckismickjagger.blogspot.com
Dylana Suarez said…
Looking beautiful!

xoxo,

colormenana.blogspot.com
Denise Pacurar said…
Love the leopard top and you are a great artist!! Wow I'm blown away by your work!

xoxo Denise

http://allthingsnew-denise.blogspot.com/
Andee Layne said…
obsessed with those shorts! xo
Emily said…
Those are some of the hottest cutoffs I've ever seen. The way they're so shredded is so edgy. And your boots are gorgeous. Such a great, versatile shoe! And you look super pretty.

xoxo
Em

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