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).

Hunting, shooting, fishing

It is quiet around here. I clean. He is occupied with uni tasks. I listen techno. He is occupied with uni tasks. I go out. He is occupied with uni tasks. I read. He is occupied with uni tasks. You get the picture but still I am oh-so-jealous and also want to be occupied with uni tasks.

On Tuesdays I dress up to stream the Boiler Room. My username is suema99 and say something like "wicked tune, innit", "BIG incoming" or "massive kicks". (he is still occupied with uni tasks):

Right about then a massive tune came knocking on my door (yes, you know what he is doing):

Weather called me and asked me out (he couldn't come):

Spring is here to stay (he is here to study):

Double trouble (he is the smart one, I am the pretty one):

Guess what... (yup, still studying):

...yes I have a new purse:

New glasses too, because summer is just behind the corner and of course big names, you know. Chanel, Dior, Lagerfeld, Givenchy, Gaultier, darling. Names, names, names. :

I want to know who's who and I need the latest edition of "Hello!" magazine. Let's get celebritied-up!:

xx

Real life kicks

Oh, dear. I really ought to do something but I am already in my pyjamas:

Sometimes I like to window shop. I look bunch of shit and then have a good cry:

Lift me up. Lift me up. Higher and higher:

Most importantly: Please close doors quietly!

We have a very spacious apartment (just sayin'):

48. BINGO! Jackpot. (A boy and a girl are dancing below numbers):

If you love something set it free. If it doesn't come back then hunt it down:

All you need is a common sense breakfast, lunch and supper:

I feel so funny. Is this real life?

He said that my place is in the kitchen

Friends

Ian, Piret, Mia and Silver have left the building. Besides my vacant bathroom and faster internet I don't see any positive sides of it. From now on we have one and only joy: Vacuum cleaner Walter a.k.a. Sucker.

Now short preview of last days:

Ya know - Kaur, Piret and I slept in the same bed. Loads of fun:

Warm-up for summer and all the festivals ahead

(we are the ones who will be making out in the front row):

Peek-a-boo, Musanna:

Do you see? My Hairdresser is back:

We are rich. Juice rivers and food mountains:

Friendship:

Dynamic Duo:

No, no tears. Goodbye, my friends!:

tomorrow again?

pretty please!

He is back

Yesterday was really truly #no words given#. Ian, Piret and I were waiting Mia and Silver to arrive at Rochester. Everything was ordinary and we were just wasting time before going out to one Indie party. I got a call from Kaur and he said "Please go outside. There is a parcel waiting for you". I went. I screamed. I cried. It was him! One week earlier! He changed his tickets! I did not know. What?! Happy! So yesterday there were six people here. Piret, Kaur and I slept together, haahaa. No room left. Still happy!

I apologise, Piret, but this was a sweet picture.
Before going out:

Ready. Steady. GO!:

I am always running to a disco:

Proof A: He is really back. Made out in a car park:

When others were sleeping...:

FUN!