I love this so much, I would wear it to the deli and to freaking WORK. Though both those cups combined couldn’t hope to contain one of my boobs.
Alexander McQueen SS12
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I love this so much, I would wear it to the deli and to freaking WORK. Though both those cups combined couldn’t hope to contain one of my boobs.
Alexander McQueen SS12
(via pussylequeer)
The bottom photo kind of kills this for me.
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“And you know, the fact is, nobody knew that they were prosthetic legs. They were the star of the show - these wooden boots peeking out from under this raffia dress - but in fact, they were actually legs made for me.”
Aimee Mullins, on her look in the Alexander McQueen S/S 1999 show.
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- I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion - a blind and aimless Fury.
- The Red Queen I pictured as a Fury, but of another type; her passion must be cold and calm - she must be formal and strict, yet not unkindly; pedantic to the 10th degree, the concentrated essence of all governesses![1]
—Lewis Carroll, in “Alice on the Stage”
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