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I've been somewhat overcome with a faux fur addiction lately (this post is probably poorly timed considering that this outfit is woefully devoid of fuzz of any kind). The past few days, I've spent pretty much every second of my free-time time when I should be doing something useful but just decide not to buying up all the faux fur I can. Compulsive shopping has been rampant as of late. I think I can probably trace my recent spending spree back to the H&M collar that made its debut a post or two ago-I fell irrevocably in love with its softness and ability to vaguely recall the 1920's glamour that was kind of everywhere a few seasons ago but has since all but disappeared. Plus, the it was something of a poor-man's version of the iridescent Prada fur stoles that originally repulsed me because of their brightness but I have since become borderline obsessed with most likely because they remind me of Dr. Seuss in a strangely nostalgic way.
Would it makes this write-up any more relevant if I mention that I toyed for quite a while with the idea of throwing the collar on over all the other unnecessary layers in this outfit? Maybe?
Anyways, on to things that pertain at least a little to the photos...shot these in an alley that was of the variety that smart people would avoid at all costs. Lucky I lack most semblances of urban intelligence and was more or less able to rationalize setting up my camera and tripod amongst the loiterers toting make-shift tents and pushing shopping carts. I kind of love how the bars from the at least 12 ft tall iron-spike topped fence surrounding an adjacent auto-body shop cast bizarrely elongated shadows across the road and how perfectly stark the studio door is. Sometimes picturesqueness justifies bodily danger.