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Fashion show look 1

BrokenAisling

Published: Apr 27, 2015

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This was my model CC for the fashion show (shes on the left I'm on the right) the look was inspired by Avant Guarde her hair and makeup was designed and done by me.

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MicahSilverMutt

Apr 27, 2015

Cool!!!

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