How could I resist the creamy complexion, big blank eyes, mass of sculpted curls and why-didn't-I-think-of-that crown of shining lightbulbs? Me thinks there will be a heart left in San Francisco after all.
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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