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This is my second project with Dubravka Skvrce all these bags are available and we hope you will enjoy the idea behind it.
We take you through the magical New York and Paris :) 

MUA: Dubravka Skvrce 
Model: Miciu Miruna
Photo and Concept: Mirpi Photography

















This is one of the projects I did with my dear friend Dubravka Skvrce in 2009. ..this was our first project for her Bags so enjoy a bit of color :)
As a result of this project we had an exhibition in a wonderful castle in a little town Varaždin in Croatia and here you can see a little preview of it ..
http://mirpiphotography.blogspot.com/p/exibitions.html

MUA: Dubravka Skvrce
Photo: Mirpi Photography




















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