Photography by Max Vadukul
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A dangerous look into the crazy, mixed up mind of an artist with a love for fashion, design, music and all else that catches the imagination.
A dangerous look into the crazy, mixed up mind of an artist with a love for fashion, design, music and all else that catches the imagination.
Blog Archive
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2009
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May
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- All This Loveliness
- Summer Dreaming
- Flowers Flowers Everywhere
- Light and Air
- Sparkle, Shine
- A Little Kink Anyone?
- Random Dose of Fabulousity
- Channeling the Lioness
- It's a Party Whereever I Go
- Imaginary Friends
- Hot Hot Heat
- Retrospective
- Best. Celebrity. Gossip. Ever.
- Through the Looking Glass
- Cause Clothes Ruin a Shot
- Found: Future Wedding Dress
- Black, White and Lovely All Over
- I am a Bird Girl
- More things I want
- Bling and Shiny Things
- Farm Gal Elegance
- Retro Magnificence
- Way Too Cute
- I Won't Grow Up...
- A Flick of the Wrist
- Full of Hot Air
- Heart on Your Sleeve
- All Wrapped Up in Chains and Lovin' It
- La-la-la-lovely
- Utter Coolness - Yes I am a Dork
- Greatness
- Gimme me
- ARGH
- Why are all other countries' Vogues better than th...
- Swingy Origami
- My Kicks
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Better a split personality than no personality at all...It means there is enough personality to split in two - King Karl
Mostly everyone can be simple and balanced. Few can be queer and impossible, so I shall continue to confess my queer thoughts and impossibilities. I choose the greater evil. There is more of the unexpected in it - Anais Nin
Compulsive Reads
- 10th Muse
- 2009
- Art Forum
- Bleach Black
- Bohemian Musings
- Caged Lilies
- Chictopia
- Cigarettes and High Heels
- Cobra Snake
- Etc.
- F My Life!
- Femme Rationale
- Frassy
- French Vogue
- Fuzz
- Garance Dore
- I Love Fake
- Interview Magazine
- Knight Cat
- NAST
- Overheard in New York
- Refinery29
- Sex and Coffee
- Style Rookie
- The Sartorialist
- Tobacco and Leather
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best. - Oscar Wilde
I feel the Earth call my Name. I want to tear through a field, lift my face to the sky and let the rain wash my soul. I yearn for the harmony and balance of Nature: To feel one with sun-warmed rocks and peaceful streams; To know the quiet wisdom of moss and intrepid courage of a seedling. I wish to be embraced by a forest, lost in its cool hush. Clean air fills my lungs and extends to ease my heart.
How could anyone believe we are not One?
How could anyone believe we are not One?
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