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).