Leather and denim have always been staples in my wardrobe, but when paired together they create a biker chic look that can't be beat.
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Chosen /CHōzən/ adjective. 1. having been selected as the best or most appropriate.
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If black is code for S&M, and grey is code for Bondage... what is money print code for?
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There is nothing more natural than geodes, or the company of a loved one. Check out what I wore on a recent trip to Centro Gardens with mama bear.
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A round-up of the best Cyber Monday deals for Nov. 30th 2015.
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Black lipstick; do it because the night, because the gothic appeal, because you don't give a f@#k what anyone else thinks.
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In order to be a layer slayer one must abide by a simple philosophy: if you're wearing less than 6 separates, you're doing it wrong.
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These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do.
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Nothing makes me remotely as happy as the structure and strength of a box grid. The even and expected nature of the pattern, the fixed distance separating each parallel line, the chaos that occurs as vertical and horizontal lines intersect and overlap. All the evocative details amalgamate in my mind to confuse yet settle me. Shown here wearing my current favourite box grid blouse from Joe Fresh alongside a Valérie Dumaine jacket, high-waisted ZARA denim (similar here), Just Fab shoes (similar here), the Michael Kors Selma Stud Mini Messenger bag and RayBan ClubMaster Classic Sunglasses. Adorned in jewels from Claire's, and topped with a thick coat of Feminist Lippie Stix by ColorPop. You could say my life has only just begun...
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I've long considered myself a backpacker, however instead of travelling from place to place I've travelled from muse to muse. I've found home in the pages of fashion magazines, writers who died long before I was born, yet speak to the fragments of my broken soul, and individuals who have defied the sorrow in their eyes to produce a laughter that it so rich, pure and authentic it even had me fooled. I'm so far lost in the people and moments I've encountered/experienced that I am no longer able to differentiate myself from them. In essence, "nothing of me is original. I am the combined efforts of everyone I've ever known". And yet as I begin to type 'man, fuck a backpacker' I am reminded of how many memories each article of clothing worn here contains. The backpack now in a state of distress thanks to Wayhome Music Festival, the dress and shoes a reminder of nights out on the town, and the Valérie Dumaine jacket acts as a snapshot of INLAND. So today, instead of staying down I remind myself that no matter my mode of living/working/feeling, the most important part is to live. Simply live.
Jacket; Valérie Dumaine (here), Dress; Zara (similar here), Shoes; Just Fab (similar here), Backpack; Kensie (similar, but so much cooler here).
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