The Mad Hatter an the Red Queen

This was August 2009 in Vienna. Some days of lovely pasttimes auch as swimming, biking, parties on the party boat...

And: Fab and I had just learned that Tim Burton was going to shoot an "Alice in Wonderland"-Movie, which made us superexcited. Hadn't we been planning to do the great lobster quadrille by the viennese shores for months already.

Anyways - there was not much infos out about the upcoming movie, just that Johnny Depp was going to be the Mad Hatter an Helena Bonham Carter the Red Queen. And what they were going to look like:

This is the Red Queen:

And this is the mad Hatter



We liked those pictures, their styles soo much, that we wanted to dress like them - and this is how this blog actually started...

We spent a lot of effort to come as close to the originals as possible, especially in make up(please do note the heart-shaped lipstick, or the dark circles around the mad hatters eyes) and props (eisi! teapot!). And - we guess - it was worth it:

La Belle et la Bête (but who is who?)


Why is a What?!?!?!

Ich hab schon wieder dieses Zucken im Auge.

How about a nice cup of tea?

What do you want you little shitter you?
Wos wüst du du klaaner Scheißa?

Power to the people

The queen backstage (before shaving)

The mirror queen

To bear or not to bear?

To tea or not to tea?

You call my tea a fetish??!!

Who's been painting my roses red? WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? /Who dares to taint / With vulgar paint / The royal flower bed? / For painting my roses red / Someone will lose his head.

Simone et Jean-Paul

This was Munich, autumn 2009. We got tattooed which was very exciting. For our pictures we decided to concentrate on two historic figures: Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre. One could not say enough about their brilliance; their insights not only in the field of existentialist philosophy. After all, we owe Simone Le deuxième Sexe and one of the most banal, yet most complex sentences of feminism: One is not born a woman, but becomes one.

They also maintained one of the most famous non-bourgouis relationships in (literary) history.
But our choice was obviously not only made for reasons of intellectual admiration, but because of their looks: They were taking fashion all the way beyond the obligatory and cliché black turtleneck which has become the epitome of existentialist style. Thus, we swoon in the face of Simone's bun; we are raptured by her turban technique, which might take today's heated women and scarf discussion to a completely different direction; we idolize her sense for classic, seemingly timeless elegant style.
And Jean-Paul, well uhm, one can say a lot of good things about his glasses.
This is existentialism cum fashion, so to speak. Or existentialist fashion. Or the existentialism of fashion. Whatever.

This is what they looked like, in earlier years:

And later:



And here's us: Fab really resembles Simone. We both don't look like Jean-Paul at all. Luckily, we guess...