photo from the Claridge's hotel suite, with Kurt Geiger shoes tossed about
i love this image.
the unmade bed. the empty bottle of champagne. feet dangling over the edge of the 1000 count sheets.
the sexiness, the potential, the spontaneity of hotel rooms.
anything can happen in them
then that visual of beautiful, dress shoes taken off beside the bed
thrown about in passion
amazing.
[hopefully something i will be able to replicate in a few weeks time.]
more brilliance. oh the lusty indulgence that oozes from these visuals. room service of stunning footwear.
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