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You don't need 20/20 vision to see that Diesel has a way of making you wish you led a life similarly seen in their award-winning and sometimes lascivious ad campaigns. With former taglines embracing a "be stupid" mantra, we all know these visual entities are truly smart-overdosed and target a great deal of consumer encouragement and friendliness. So when I discovered Repertoire Fashion, a leading independent retailer in Southern England, and spotted some of my favorite Diesel pieces, I had one of those "Oh no, you could be trouble to my personal savings goal" moments. But this is typically the case, especially when you see that alluring A-Z designer list of potential closet-mates for life. And the more I scrolled their website, the more mouth-watering everything became. 

Pause to wipe the corner of my lips. 
 With a particular interest in the Diesel Jeans iconic Biker Gilet for my inner rockstar and a Knit Cardigan Coat that seemed to instantly ensure a perfect existence of never-ending fireside nights in Lake Tahoe, Repertoire had my attention.

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Blicious said…
i want everything!
xx
b
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Vintage Lollipops said…
Haha, me too!
11:43 AM
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