Luxirare is such a stunning elevated perfectionism, that scrolling through her large, luscious images of wild fashion and even wilder home made foods is somewhat mind boggling. How can this woman, who creates such fascinating things with an incredible knack for aesthetic detail, who only appears with a blurred out face, possibly be human?
I am envious beyond belief of fellow style bloggist, Style Bubble receiving the truly rare gift of one of Luxirare's garments: a pierced breast embroidered motorcycle jacket PLUS a perfectly packaged jar of her own truffle honey. Ouch, the thought of that on hot biscuits is painfully dreamy.
But what do you think?