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This season the classic Tee joined my collection with my most favourite fashion illustration decorated on the front. I drew the original print almost a year ago, most recognisable as my choice for blog banner. Finding the perfect cut tee was so important, than a quality printer to capture all the fine pencilled detail. One of my most worn items in my current closet (even that its almost winter here in Italy!)
The leatherette high waisted short was a natural response to the T, I wanted to design something simple, with a touch of edge, and I think the black faux leather achieved without shifting the unity of the SS12 collection. All my designs are made to order, simply email: radacampbell@gmail.com

Illustrated Tee ~ Original Fashion Illustration printed on super soft thick 100% cotton t shirt $65.00 AU 
Leatherette Shorts ~ High waisted faux leather short shorts with stitching detail $100.00 AU

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