Fashionologie -
30 Dec 2015 16:00

I was dodging traffic and hailing a cab, clinging to a small nude slip underneath my dress while having my picture taken, and wondering why I didn't think the whole thing was crazy. This might be regular work for a model, but not for me. Why wasn't I bothered by the fact that people were staring at me in a dress that left the illusion that I was basically naked, save for a few bright-red embroidered flowers? Heck, I didn't even care that my mom and dad would see the photos - on the Internet, no ...
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