...with jealousy and greed. I'd say I'm pretty much an embodiment of all known deadly sins this grey monday afternoon. Spirits of vintage lingerie have been exorcised! After around a year ago when Stella McCartney first unleashed her tiny slips of heavenly silk on the fashion hoards to ecstatically girly acclaim, I was still storming through my neon, spandex, american apparel sheer two pieces, spearheading the eighties revival with aplomb. Finally (and long overdue) I believe its time to embrace the understated. The pictures speak for themselves, cute separates in even cuter colours spanning from delicate champagne to deep autumn berry. They should come with a warning.
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