i think it may be mr. lincoln, but then again not being a rose person i tend to think all fragrant deep red/black long stemmed hybrid teas are mr. lincoln, aka mister lincoln, which again not being a rose person i usually call abraham lincoln, even though – thank you rogers roses – there is no rose by...
this floral shimmery mint green crop top teamed with a sequined netted heart lehenga plays a perfect outfit for your best friend's wedding. absolutely feminine, absolutely quirky. mint green thread embroidered lehenga set by papa don't preach the floral melody: while the roses play mash up on the lehenga...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...
was crystal clear and the air was cold and crisp. inside, filtered through the building's soaring glass dome, the sharp midday light had softened upon a veritable springtime scene: an evocation of the cloister garden of the cistercian abbey of aubazine. shrubs of lavender and rosemary, clusters of roses...