Our creepy, crawly, slimy, squirmy friends of the deep sea and desert are influencing more that just my gag-reflex at the moment. Accessories and other adornments are out to flaunt some scales in the name of sales… or perhaps just in the name of looking kinda awesome.
At the best of times I find anything reptilian or underwater-ish considerably revolting. They provoke what my sister would call: bum shivers, thus my aversion to swimming in cloudy waters and also the catalyst to a teary episode involving a dead fish and me at the wrong end of one of my father’s holiday pranks.
All of this being said, when I spied a friend’s newest handbag acquisition, in spite of the initial moderate aforementioned reaction, I found myself quite taken with it. (Let it be known that I have similar feelings about bags as I do about shoes.)
I soon discovered I would only ever be able to admire such a piece from afar as the bag was Hugo Boss, but there are plenty more lamellose lovelies to behold.
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Will you scale the heights of fashion and get your cold-blood on?
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