Jean-Pierre Braganza
Apparently the print on the pants is taken from photographs of carnival ferris wheels at night. Amazed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The life of a twentysomething Seattleite rambling about fashion, film, feminism, and whatever else pops into her head.
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(72)
-
▼
January
(42)
- DIOR DIOR DIOR.
- I am lazy and drunk.
- War Is Over.
- Seattle.
- Hope or Ennui?
- Juliet of the Spirits.
- :<
- Renee Vivien
- Women of the Left Bank.
- <3
- AHHHHHHHH!!!!
- Narwal Chic.
- Worst ten minutes of my Life.
- My Name Is Lolita, and I, I'm not supposed to play...
- Love the Panties:
- Contempt.
- Belle de Jour.
- Uh-oh H&M.
- Wow, crow must taste delicious.
- Guilty Pleasure.
- Wedding Bells.
- The Gym Bums.
- I WANT I WANT
- 8 1/2
- If I Modeled for This, I'd be Pissed.
- Brodarte Knockoff?
- Had a few minutes before Dylan and I start a film,...
- This is weird.
- D.E.S.T.R.U.C.T.I.O.N!!!!
- Orgycore.
- Nice Work If You Can Get It.
- Truth Is, I'm Ruthless, I Can't Be Contained. . .
- V Magazine and the Plus Size Debate.
- You Know They Have a Way. . . A Way To Make You Pa...
- Lovable Stuff from my Common Sense mag
- Meet Me in Chinatown for Opium and Tea. . .
- Words of (Postmodern) Wisdom.
- The Hero Killed the Clown, Can't Make a Sound.
- Nespotism in Action!
- Resolutions!!
- Nicholas Hoult
- New Year New Blog.
-
▼
January
(42)
No comments:
Post a Comment