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So Madonna...

(Vintage pearls, Silence & Noise corset bra. Similar styles here and here. This one is pure love. )
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Violet said…
I love your detailed shots! you are great at them. i'm jealous because mine come out looking silly

-Violet
12:31 PM
Marina said…
Beautiiful photos! So inspire!

xx
biskvittka.blogspot.com
3:12 PM
ZEPETIT said…
Great!

Zepequeña.
3:54 PM
Alex said…
1985 is the year of your boyfriend's birth, don't forget!
10:11 AM
Kacrates said…
So sexy. :]
5:41 PM
Unknown said…
Wow, girl, your blog is something spectacular, never seen like this one. I really love your paintings, so much talent in there - just WOWww..I also love drawing, but now I feel that my talent isn't even a talent comparing to yours. You have incredible blog and I will follow you now, cause you are definitely worth it!!
btw, this is really corset!
Love,
J. - http://juliechoice.blogspot.com/
2:06 AM
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