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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Fashion clash sophisticate
A week had past and she was sitting in her room, looking out of the window where the city was laying under a cold white blanket as icing over a clashing birthday bashing cake.
Color in the city was mute and she knew it would lead her to find the next on her list, the fashion clash sophisticate, the loud screaming color collaborations must be easy to find now that the winter months where keeping Manhattan in its hold with gray and black matter in cold blur.
Color in the city was mute and she knew it would lead her to find the next on her list, the fashion clash sophisticate, the loud screaming color collaborations must be easy to find now that the winter months where keeping Manhattan in its hold with gray and black matter in cold blur.
Monday, January 12, 2009
A black puddle of Christian Louboutins
Slowly she started pursuing her paste, her heels clicking maniacally against the dark street, the jewelry clinked on her wrist, shattering the monotone rhythm of the neoprene Hardy’s.
The list still scrunched in her hand. The freezing cold crystallizing the street. Dark shattered reflections. The mirroring glare of the puddles turned to ice gave her bleak face a ghostly expression.
And there it was, sharp shrieks of red running through the frozen liquids on the street. A black puddle of Christians Louboutin’s. As envisioned for pursued the Louboutin’s are by far most exiting to follow, the sleek red of the heel seduces toward a passionate end. Like a black cat, smoothly following the silhouettes of the night, with its passionate red tail not knowing its truly red dead.
Crossing the corner at Prince street and turning a sharp right for a second she thought she lost the cat, but a lingering thread of red stood out against the grayness of the blurred street. Coming in closer now, she could almost feel the warmth coming out of this furred silhouette. And while the streets where whispering in silence, a reflection of selfish lacquered red broke the Polaroid Perfection on pantos shaped acetate.
The list still scrunched in her hand. The freezing cold crystallizing the street. Dark shattered reflections. The mirroring glare of the puddles turned to ice gave her bleak face a ghostly expression.
And there it was, sharp shrieks of red running through the frozen liquids on the street. A black puddle of Christians Louboutin’s. As envisioned for pursued the Louboutin’s are by far most exiting to follow, the sleek red of the heel seduces toward a passionate end. Like a black cat, smoothly following the silhouettes of the night, with its passionate red tail not knowing its truly red dead.
Crossing the corner at Prince street and turning a sharp right for a second she thought she lost the cat, but a lingering thread of red stood out against the grayness of the blurred street. Coming in closer now, she could almost feel the warmth coming out of this furred silhouette. And while the streets where whispering in silence, a reflection of selfish lacquered red broke the Polaroid Perfection on pantos shaped acetate.
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