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Behind the scenes: Calysto Skirt

I thought it would be fun to show you the behind the scenes pics I took on our location shoot, taken in the depths of Winter by Brighton Beach, Victoria. 
Our model, Jackie Coogan, did a stellar job, not complaining once in the 7 degree temperature over the 5 hours shoot, even standing in the wet grass, while the rest of us looked on with shivering limbs.
Our photographer is the amazingly talented James Ballard. I think you can agree that the photos speak for themselves in showcasing the calibre
Dave was our motion man for half the day - unfortunately he went home ill, but not before shooting some incredible footage - I cant wait to show you. These boys have some serious talent!

 These made the website:
Jackie wears the Calysto Skirt (SK003) with Fawn Crop Top (BL010)
and
-XOX-

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