I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Vanity Fair

Harper's , Tatler, English Vogue, American Vogue, French Vogue, Ru-bloody-ssinian Vogue and Vanity Fair were invited to my little house party. I know that there is not enough fashion in the world for all the fashion bloggers. We took it all, with little help from above http://somewhatslightlydazed.tumblr.com/. Look at these bloody bloggers.


slogans like "World Health", "No Pollution", "Fashion Cares" are all right, darling?


For my fab house party I printed up thousands of invitations on green shitty and totally recycled paper. Success face:






First attempt to look back and to be fabulous. Result: almost there, but not quite yet:





Second attempt to look back and to be fabulous. Result: in light like that everything looks bloody gorgeous:




Mission Impossible. She is trying to fly:



From Wilma Circus to the Queen of Castle of Fashion:






Toight as a toiger vs Imma Chill:


Uh-uh-huuuuu:



Good Gosh, I have been eating three hundred pounds worth of royal jelly. Gotta love the UK:




This is SO Vogue...menthol:





MARVELLOUS! HUGE, DYNAMIC, and CHARISMATIC! Superb! Spectacular! SO UNBELIEVABLE, et ei häälda enam välja:




Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low enough. Ain't no river wide enough:





Bang!:




My feet are HUGE!:




Hello, you asked my name? It is Henrietta. You can call me Hetty. I grew up in Chelsea and went to an adorable boarding school. I truly do love horses. Look around you, my daddy owns everything you see. I am his little princess:




Well, I was working my ass off to put fire into my eyes and truly smise, but as you see it went down the drain:



The grass is definitely greener on this side but snow is whiter on your side:




"How many teeth do I have? One. Two...":





Wait! You're not from Vogue? From Vice you say? Does that make me a hipster? WHOA!:



Something went wrong with the bowknot:



Decided to go for the magazine-cover-look. It means: a model in heavy make-up with a vacant look on her face...




At church:


Meanwhile on the other side of the room:


I was like...:




...and he was like:




The prostitute and the pimp:




There's not much to say. "The Party":




Sad, collared, only covered with make-up - now I got the essence of fashion:

Also rewarded myself with a little drinky:


I dig him:



The morning after. Rasta girl found her pj's.


When I was a little girl my parent clearly hated me and did not buy me a Furby. Like you can tell the 90's were low point of my life. Now all grown up I found this darling at Charity Shop:

I salute you, who made it so far.
Over and out.
I am good at everything. Listen to our mixtape (best catwalk music).


3 comments:

vilja said...

aaa wooooow, milline fotoshuut! väga ilus!

Wilma Circus said...

päris uhke, et sa save as tegid. superstaari tunne. :)

regina said...

hothotHOT!
kuule ma loodan, et sa ei pahanda, kui panen su castle pildi üles, me like :)