Sienna Wrap Dress - Behind the scenes

Over the next week I'll be showing you some of the behind scenes pics from our S/S '11 collection location shoot. Im including my favourite pics as well as the final Picks for the website.

This was the last look that we shot. We changed location from the marsh to the rock jetty. Did I mention before that it was 7 degree's!?!

Jackie looks Botticelli's Birth of Venus, coming out of the ocean. The Sienna dress looked so hot on her, and the perfect way to end the freezing shoot

James Ballard and Saci

The final picks:

Sienna Wrap Dress is 100% Cotton Crepe. Full circle skirt that tapers to waist ties. Long Bell style sleeves. It is available in White, Fushia, Green and Navy. The white is my favourite and is semi transparent, perfect for beach days, and a really great base for accessorising

The White is $55 with free Postage

The colours are $65 and are hand dyed, so colours may vary slightly

Order online www.radapriya.com.au

or contact me directly for direct debit: radacampbell@gmail.com

-XOX-

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