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The Roaring 20's

dokuneko

Published: Oct 8, 2013

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Model: Anissa Hassim (www.facebook.com/anissa.hasim) Who is also the VERY talented person who designed the outfit
Makeup: by me

An old picture, but one of my favorite photoshoots

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thewolfcreek

Dec 28, 2013

Don't know for sure but this looks very much like a roaring 20's shot...wonderful shot and work...

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