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Long hallways like runways


 There's something about certain hotel hallways that remind me of retro runways, and at the same time, lend to such a foreboding atmosphere. For some reason, these were very reminiscent of Stephen King's, The Shining... every time I turned a corner, I was convinced those wicked twins would be standing at the end of one of them.

(BCBGirls sandals, Forever 21 dress, Random shaggy jacket and rings, Vintage rosaries) 

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Anonymous said…
you're so beautiful!
xoxo
electric feel said…
fur & lace, great combo!
Marie said…
You make a hallway look good. I always think of that book/movie in a long carpeted hallway! But you took the spook right out with that fabulous outfit.


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that shaggy jacket is amazing!
Katie Elizabeth said…
damn this looks good! you look beautiful! i wish i could pull that off :)

xo katie elizabeth
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Sanam said…
Great photos, I love your dress :)

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Anonymous said…
You're very beautiful! Great style blog, and I know what you mean about that movie!!
Anonymous said…
You look great, love the pictures :)
Allison said…
Ugh, those twins will always haunt my dreams! You, my dear, are as gorgeous as ever - you work that retro carpeting, girl!
Love ya, xox
Samantha said…
Gorgeous! Love the outfit! Your jacket is so fun!

I think I also really envy your job, it must be so fun!!

Thanks for visiting my blog!

-Samantha

http://thisfashionista.blogspot.com
Claire M. said…
Beautiful dress I love it
▲ FARRAH ▲ said…
HAWT!! Killer look chica... that's some rad shagginess u got going on! :)

x

▲ Farrah @ DISTRIKMODE
Alex said…
Beautiful hallway girlfriend, we should watch that movie together again!

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