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

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Ella Hagi. Connecting people at NoKu.

I'm so hopelessly late with this post,
firstly because it was so-last-year and secondly Hagi is already back in Hipstershire Dalston. 

Anyways. That evening I was working until 10pm, quick lipstick in the bathroom and I was ready to go. Ella and Paula were waiting for me. We grabbed quick vodka accompanied by Naksitrall and Lotte chaser. A perfect start for a perfect night.
Here is Ella's Tour d'Öö with friends.


"No time to explain, quickly, open the vodka"
And so we did:

Ella was smoking these cuteness to arouse her lungs:

Paula, back from Denmark, is checking out H&M Tallinn:

Phone call. 
 Running on heels. 
Worth it.
Karl Laumets. (Almost Haiku)


Girls are working like the rent is due tomorrow.
Probably after the Christmas madness they are pretty broke:


These shoes! - need I say more?
Peonael!:


There's a cat-woman sitting behind us:

Agreeing vs. disagreeing:


"Smile" - these bitches can read:


Front row is thrown back a little, 
massive wave or something:


And then arrived Kät from Paris.

-"That guy!"
-"I like you, I'll smack you":


Almost a nice friend photo, 
if I hadn't had the "bitch get those dirty hands off of me" face (love ya, Laura):

A bundle of joy:

We eat fashion for breakfast, lunch and, oh yes, for dinner too!:

There shall be more!
"Thank God, we have friends to carry us home":


"Say my name, say my name!":


Ella got like several buckets of these Soviet Era Miracles.
KODUMAA!:


Four different scenarios:



Practising French kissing, since soon we'll see in Paris!:


It's always soothing and powering when bitches stick together:


"You think I cannot handle vodka? It's the lemon I'm worried about!":

"Honey I'm so frunk krunk drunk, take me home"


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