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These photos feel like old Polaroids unearthed in some withered granny’s attic. Her youth came tumbling forth in tandem with modish darlings and the British invasion. She didn’t escape Burlington’s pseudo-suburbia very often. Still, she followed the ebb and flow of style,  hoping for somewhere to wear her bright new shinies. The epitome of “all dressed up with nowhere to go”, she’d pose on her porch, girlfriends eagerly manning the camera.

“Do you think I look like the mod squad?”

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Swim dress: Om Again Vintage Cardigan: Shalom Shuk Tights & Shoes: Gifted Necklace: Old Gold Hat: Battery Street Jeans

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