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Wanted to shoot a video with a silk scarf.
Satin ruffle blouse by Newport News, leather skirt by Victoria’s Secret, silk scarf by Leez, faux fur trim leather gloves by Wilsons, and fuzzy marabou heels by Ellie.
Yoga pants by Bia Brazil, blouse by iCe and rubber boots by Hunter.
Silk bow blouse by Escalier, faux leather trim jodhpurs by PS of Sweden, leather belt by Jasgood, leather buckle gloves by Wilsons, and over the knee leather boots by Frye.
rose or peony? lip balm or lip gloss? highlight or contour? strawberries or cherries? red lipstick or nude lipstick? velvet or silk? gold or rose gold? rose quartz or amethyst? bathrobes or towels? diamond or pearl? lavender or rosemary? sunrise or sunset? electronic books or paper copies? fiction or nonfiction?
Kyrgyz woman wearing a traditional outfit with a bactrian camel and its calf, Kyrgyzstan
Sensitivity Feeling liable to be offended or hurt ‘Be a little more sensitive please’ The world asks us to fold our rough edges, use sandpaper on the splinters that have formed from being broken again and again.
Kitchen Dining Dining Room Ideas for a sizable, traditional, light-wood floor kitchen/dining room renovation with yellow walls
Living Room Formal Large trendy formal and open concept dark wood floor living room photo with white walls, a ribbon fireplace, a wood fireplace surround and a concealed tv
Just started reading Spider-Verse. I love Silk and Spider-Gwen.
I decided to draw silk again and I think she's starting to look much better :D
Vivienne Westwood's autumn winter 2014 collection was like a collection from all different cultures we saw tribal and my favourite which was mandarin which we saw in these thick heeled shoes!
Check out the sparkly sexy collection that was launched today (March 2nd 14) by Maxime Simoens
When in Rome
Black silk.
Silk
They wove themselves to sleep and were boiled while they dreamt of mulberry leaves and sunlit dusty wings of flowers and flames and seductive full moons of forests rustling in the summer breeze of bustling streets filled with shrieking horns and the pungent neon hiss of food stalls. Their dreams unfurled and we wove them into garments with all the softness of unmetamorphosed ambitions. Come, wear this wondrous tomb of a thousand ghostly wings and feel fluttering against your skin all the colors of the sky and on your tongue the faint flavor of midsummer midnights the laughter of leaves the song of cicadas.