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Julia Sarr-Jamois Afro-chic

Ayanna is an exclusive custom piece I was recently hired to create for one of my clients, and admittedly trying my hand at runway-inspired fashion illustration has been as interesting as it has been exciting as it has been daunting. But the final result is exactly what we both hoped it would be (deep sigh of relief).

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moonstyle said…
really nice...:)
Life's a shoe said…
this is awesome!

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