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beautflstranger ™ 1 part sophia loren 1 part jackie o 1 dash of audrey a splash of marilyn a twist of angelina 2 drops of chanel.

manhattan
fashion industry
native new yorker

words, have a habit of welling up inside me to tumble as they do here, with frequency.
the words signed with my name, are my own.

The only copyrights I claim are for my own words & photography.

Copyright © beautflstranger 2011-2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
My words are not to be used without my permission.
My photograph is never to be used.


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an incredible penthouse in manhattan which looks like its floating above the city.
that incredible chandelier is by the designer tord boontje
http://tordboontje.com/projects/chandeliers/blossom/
photo: (c) kelly behun studio

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an incredible penthouse in manhattan which looks like its floating above the city.

that incredible chandelier is by the designer tord boontje

http://tordboontje.com/projects/chandeliers/blossom/

photo: (c) kelly behun studio

— 11 hours ago with 17 notes
#kelly behun studio 
"please make a promise to yourself to honour every relationship & life which you touch.
our connections to one another are so precious.
love honestly with integrity and respect."
beautflstranger
— 11 hours ago with 70 notes
in the torrential downpour..two droplets meet.

in the torrential downpour..two droplets meet.

— 11 hours ago with 154 notes

wait for the pause...

Our world has gotten so complex , that people forget how to love and communicate..and relationships seem to ' cycle' at a much faster rate. i think it's the 24/7 availability. truly, people just run out of things to say. years ago you'd have to wait until someone got home to speak about your day..now it's done with a text. so what is left to speak about? on one hand, technology is a blessing and it provides such ease and has shrunken our world. but on the other hand of the dual edged sword..it's the 24/7 curse of running out of things to say..because you've said them already.
i kind of like the ' pause '.
~ beautflstranger
— 12 hours ago with 48 notes
"Jobs, zip codes, cars, clothing and whatever else one accumulates in life hold no interest for me. It’s one’s heart and soul, actions , words and passion which make the person. I learned a long time ago to separate those who want to know you for what you have, rather than for whom you are…."
beautflstranger
— 12 hours ago with 40 notes
after awhile majority of the posts on Tumblr begin to blur.
sex being the main theme.
all sorts of exotic and erotic positions, couplings , scenes.
but what about the relationship that goes into play with all of the above?
there has to be a basis in fact when two ( or more) warm bodies collide.
because one can have all the bdsm protocol one wishes, but it’s still people touching and along with that come emotions and love and like and lust.
bdsm or vanilla..
love , lust and heartbreak are applicable to both.
beautflstranger xo

after awhile majority of the posts on Tumblr begin to blur.

sex being the main theme.

all sorts of exotic and erotic positions, couplings , scenes.

but what about the relationship that goes into play with all of the above?

there has to be a basis in fact when two ( or more) warm bodies collide.

because one can have all the bdsm protocol one wishes, but it’s still people touching and along with that come emotions and love and like and lust.

bdsm or vanilla..

love , lust and heartbreak are applicable to both.

beautflstranger xo

— 12 hours ago with 148 notes
so you might find yourself in Manhattan one day.
standing at the crosswalk..
early morning, people on their way to work
or late afternoon, on their way home.
you happen to glance at a stranger.
your eyes search hers.
she’s looks familiar, but where from?
she returns a warm smile before disappearing into the crowd.
all that is visible in a sea of people is her hand reaching to smooth 
her windblown hair.
it’s at that moment, your eyes beam directly onto something glinting on her right wrist.
the crowd closes in and she disappears.
thank all of you for following..reblogging <3
beautflstranger xo

so you might find yourself in Manhattan one day.

standing at the crosswalk..

early morning, people on their way to work

or late afternoon, on their way home.

you happen to glance at a stranger.

your eyes search hers.

she’s looks familiar, but where from?

she returns a warm smile before disappearing into the crowd.

all that is visible in a sea of people is her hand reaching to smooth 

her windblown hair.

it’s at that moment, your eyes beam directly onto something glinting on her right wrist.

the crowd closes in and she disappears.

thank all of you for following..reblogging <3

beautflstranger xo

— 12 hours ago with 30 notes
#photo: beautflstranger  #bracelet: beautflstranger