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Noteworthy findings of a shopping jaunt through Allsaints, Barneys, Forever 21, and Bloomingdale's... plus an inevitable mini-layover at Starbucks to refuel our spending mood machines.

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Doni Brown said…
Love this post!


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9:58 AM
Violet said…
love the bags, mannequin heads, and disco balls

XX
Vi from Cali
10:20 AM
el_martina said…
great pictures!! and I love all saints!!!!
11:11 AM
Andrés Corella said…
Amazing pics everything looks incredible!

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Andy
The Black Label
3:05 PM
SM said…
wow the necklace from the first picture s amazing!
4:30 PM
lady kiba said…
Nice bags! I like them all! :D
5:42 AM
diane said…
Bella, what I love about this post so much is that you have taken us on your shopping trip with you, not just the display of goodies at the end. One of the things that makes shopping fun is looking at the different imaginative displays. Thanks for including that.
1:01 PM
Frou Flu said…
beautiful photos... and i love the neckpiece with all the crosses...
7:36 AM
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