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Granular Synthesis


Spending the afternoon at my mom's house and gallivanting about sunlight and spindled limbs that lend an air of bewitchment, unexpectedly, resulted in an ideal setting for exactly thirteen photos. And while I'm certainly no stranger to five-inch platforms even amid the most inclement of times, the funniest and largely inelegant aspects involved one very rough terrain backyard, tripping over practically everything, falling into small dirt holes, twisting my ankle three times, and ultimately appearing as though I'd never walked before. Deep sigh.
(Bona Drag lace bell bottoms, Sam Edelman buckle clogs, Forever 21 tunic and rhinestone necklace, Vintage wooden rosary, Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses, and an Alexander Wang Diego bag + fox tail hanging from the fence)  

Comments

ediot said…
love the pants. im addicted to lace now a days ;)
x
Wida said…
I love your top! And the contrast between you and the shed. Beautiful.

Wida
www.missingamsie.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
This is amazing! Do you model? This could be in a magazine! Love your blog, Bella.

Kisses
kate said…
Unexpected fabrics and shapes, refreshing! Love your top!!
velvet cupcakes
SAMANTHA said…
gahhhh those bell bottoms are AMAZING! i've been wanting them they look incredible <3

xx
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Cindy Van Dyck said…
Gorgeous pants! You look amazing like usual xx
Kaye said…
those pants > everything.
+ 3432 points for the fact that you whip your hair back and forth
Lisa said…
How is that you are this lovely and don't have thousands of followers. Does Bloglovin know about you? GAWD!

Love your styling and sometimes I forget how to walk too! hahaha
Lisa said…
LOL at the comment abouve mine. So true!
Alex said…
Those pants have a special little place in my heart, baby! Love that hair whip picture. Here's the video Kaye is referring to (I think). It's Will Smith's daughter...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymKLymvwD2U
jeanine romo said…
Love your lace bell bottoms!!

xx,
Jeanine
Unknown said…
i love your pants ! ;)
kiss
xoxo
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▲ FARRAH ▲ said…
So envious of ur lacy bellz.. I want a pair in cream so badly!

:: Farrah @ DISTRIKMODE ::
OMG those pants are amazing!!! Like insanely amazing!!! :D
xxx

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P.S: I think you'd love the "I {heart} MY BLOG" tote that I'm giving away!!! :)

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