5.06.2008

#04


vintage metal bead purse
sx-70 and 600 film

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Marco Cibola & nove studio

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5 comments:

Bee Creative said...

Hi Ah-yi
It's Bee from chaincreative.blogspot.com - you're now a star on the blog and I want to thank you for your permission to feature you. I would like to run a few question and answer features with designers. Maybe you could be one! Let me know Bee x

Fine Little Day said...

Lovely lovely photos here at your place.

mansuetude said...

love purse.

read me... said...

what a beautiful photo... i want some dutch waffles now!!

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