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sole-mates



I decided to change my blog header. It's not that I become so narcissistic.. But despite of all shitty things that happened to me this year, I've finally found my SOLEmates. Yes. The shoes I've been dreaming of these time. Of course ones with the red soles never fail to catch my attention. Here are the beauties:

Lady Lynch 120

the sexy red soles

nude



These shoes are actually impossible to walk, but I love love love them so damn much. Don't you dare being a shoewhore without having a pair of Loubi! (I even named my dog after the shoes) LOL
I've made a photoshoot months ago with my friend, he named it "the confessions of the red soles". Yes he dedicated the photoshoot for my Loubi. Wasn't it funny? These are some of my favs:













Don't you think there's should be another photoshoot for my nude shoes? Cos when I sent the shoes pic to my friend, he immediately replied, "photoshoot please!" LOL. But havent find a proper time, cos I'm taking photoshoot so serious and I really want a best result. 

Well speaking of photoshoot, I recently photographed by other photographer who ask me to be his model. It's different now cos bodypainting involved. 

make up by Arline (my sister)

bodypainting by Morphacio

And here's the final result:

photographed by Chioda


I'd love to do more photoshoots! In fact, I really want to give a fitting tribute to Amy by being her on photoshoot. But I'm so nervous cos I'm nowhere near Amy & her facial expressions were different! She had those feeling and emotion within her that everyone cant easily copy. Hmm.. We'll see in the near future.

Comments

juan said…
Just love them,tan! I don't think that nude color would be that sweet ;)
Intan Juliana said…
Thank you! Yes been wanting the nude one for so long, I guess I wouldn't buy any new shoes till the end of year. But you know, its so damn hard to resist the temptation. Lol

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