A Luxury Watch is as priceless as the Mona Lisa. When it comes to style it cannot get any easier than this along with being the most classy and chic way to jazz up. From great grand mothers to heirloom receiving teenage girls, a luxury watch symbolizes a womb of countless myths and tales of family valor. Its time stopped and controlled. Its a legacy as well as the present.
Its a journey of fashion dreams and desires, recorded through magazine pictures and my personal not - so branded wardrobe. A girl with more passion for colors and jewels than an artist. A simple but beautiful memoir to all those fashions that inspire and create.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
HAIR Beeeees!!
** Ever since I had my hair grown long, I've always desired ornaments for my black waves. What I really look for in hair accessories is a subtlety as well boldness combined to give a balance of between petite and experimental. They work me like alcohol works on weekends. They inspire, transform and amaze my style all the time. You always get the best ones in the most unexpected places. Tic-tacs, hairbands, clip pins, flowers, especially roses look beautiful. If you wear a single of these you do not need any jewelry or extra glitter. Try them on cos they are simply adorable!! **
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
D&G - SPRING 2011 - My current dreamscape
Fashion TV has its boons. I have watched the Domenico Dolce and Stephan Gabbana's latest collection off the run way twice. I am so enthralled by florals and floral prints that D&G is my current personal haven. It reminds me of fairy tales and princesses, love and hope, joy and ceremony and being immersed in nature completely and wholly. Flowers have a beautiful and magnificent language of their own and their prints and feel on my body makes me almost earthy. I have longed for florals to rule and D&G have done that for me.
So the earth called, a yearn so deep we were left aghast and torn.Magic - seeped veins, we blossomed with the rain, pearls of wonder sprinkled down the hazy blue - yellow grass. The REDS shouted and we had to bring them along.A show, a dash, a smile a crash.
A century gone, a map re - broken, countless shards of a crystal compass, fumes of youth and a waft stinky shriveled body.
But ALAS! I am the phoenix, rising from the charred ashes, a celebration of the fridays.
My My! look at me! a tree winding through my petals, the queen of combs hunting me down with envy, a possession less dispossessed than ever, rolling stones and rumbling earths I hear!
Today I am born, in hands of silk and chiffon, roses and marigolds, petunias and daises, rhubarb The Eaten. A Numerous Incarnations In A single Death.
So the earth called, a yearn so deep we were left aghast and torn.Magic - seeped veins, we blossomed with the rain, pearls of wonder sprinkled down the hazy blue - yellow grass. The REDS shouted and we had to bring them along.A show, a dash, a smile a crash.
A century gone, a map re - broken, countless shards of a crystal compass, fumes of youth and a waft stinky shriveled body.
But ALAS! I am the phoenix, rising from the charred ashes, a celebration of the fridays.
Today I am born, in hands of silk and chiffon, roses and marigolds, petunias and daises, rhubarb The Eaten. A Numerous Incarnations In A single Death.
The D&G masters! |
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