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(close-up sample of vamp girl painting that I finished last month) 
 
When I'm sick, and I mean the kind of sick when every cold symptom stamped out on that bottle of NyQuil feels like a personal vendetta for the flu shot I meant to get, the last thing on my to-do list is having my picture taken. On the other hand, randomly cell-photographing everything in sight, practicing funky nail art 101, trapping myself in the art studio amongst little piles of crumpled tissues resembling abstract clouds, reading Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, using Tumblr until my fingers bleed, online shopping, and reacquainting myself with Balenciaga was just what the doctor ordered.

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Andrés Corella said…
Love those platforms! And look at those shoes..heaven!! Btw I am hosting a Giveaway on my blog be sure to join it :)

xx
Andy
The Black Label
Anonymous said…
well if it is good for the soul, it's got to do a little for your health right? okay... maybe tumblr is only good for our mental health but who's counting? feel better!

xx
www.theleatherweather.com
MrJeffery said…
your painting is awesome!
oh my gosh I loooove those platforms! feel better x E
el_martina said…
platforms looks great!!! And I wish FOREVER 21 was in Manchester!!!
very nice illustration ♥
amazing platforms!!!
so many shoes!!!!


xxx
# coccorosie said…
oh I love your style and yourr blog:)
Irina Lakicevic said…
LOVE your art!

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