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I'm officially writing a weekly editorial column for Gadfly, and was beyond any normal level of excitement to have my first article published yesterday! *owww* As a self-proclaimed starving artist, I live for moments like these when the creative vision snakes through, injecting every inch of your objective. And the moment can be little or big, it doesn't matter as long as it happens. Honestly, there's a certain amount of surreal achievement in knowing that every week I get to wield my pencil and paper and put my voice into the universe with purpose. So if you haven't read it yet, please head over and check it out

It's 1/11/11... make a wish.

(Chloe boots, H&M tights, Forever 21 tank, gifted garter belt, and lots of crimson lip stain)

Comments

congrats, thats awesome I'll definitely check it out! and those boots, are amazing!!
ediot said…
that's so awesome. im so happy for you. congrats. right off to read it now. btw. i just came to think- have you had any other hair colors than black? would be so fun to see! hope you're having a wonderful beginning of the week
x
Marissa said…
Congrats! You deserve the best.
I want those boots!

kisses
Cindy Van Dyck said…
Wow those boots are awesome!!!
Unknown said…
from one starving artist to another...congratulations mama!! you look amazing here. you are truly one of the only people who can pull off doc martens and then long gowns as well. You look great in everything and that is a gift!


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Anonymous said…
You look like Meagn Fox!
okay first of all you are so effing gorgeous. secondly those boots are way badass. & thirdly congrats, that sounds so awesome! xx



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Alex said…
Starving artist girlfriend, you look soooooooooo make-boyfriend-miss-you delicious!
Anonymous said…
It's great to read about your writing, congratulations Bella. And I love this outfit.
The boots are serious! Your blog is amazing!
xoxo
Lola said…
great post!!!

xoxo
Madeline said…
congratulations on your new gig! love the boots :)
Anna Bonfiglio said…
I follow you :)
jeanine romo said…
Keep it going, Bella. You're an amazing artist :)

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