WOLF NO MORE
Name Wolf No More
Team Philip H. Wilck and Tiia Vahula (UTOPIA blu)
Period 01/2025-05/2025
Photography Josefien Hoekstra
MUAH Ashley Groenewald
Model Surkura Temdekova
A young girl named Little Red Riding Hood is sent by her mother to bring food to her ailing grandmother, who lives deep in the forest. On her journey, she encounters a cunning wolf who slyly convinces her to share the location of her grandmother’s house.
The wolf reaches the house first, devours the grandmother, and disguises himself in her clothing. When Little Red Riding Hood arrives, she senses something is off (“What big eyes you have!”), but before she can react, the wolf swallows her whole.
More than just a simple warning about talking to strangers, Little Red Riding Hood is a richly symbolic tale. It explores the psychological journey from innocence to awareness, reflects societal fears about growing up, and captures the tension between vulnerability and experience. Its lasting appeal comes from the way it resonates with both children and adults on deeply emotional and psychological levels.
Viewed through a feminist and empowering lens, Little Red Riding Hood transforms from a cautionary tale into a story of awakening, resilience, and female strength. It reminds us that even the most traditional narratives can be reclaimed to reflect courage, agency, and growth—qualities that resonate deeply with modern values of empowerment.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wore a red hood not because her mother told her to, but because she liked how it made her feel— bold.
One day, her mother asked her to bring a basket of food to her grandmother who lived deep in the forest. Red nodded, took her cloak, and set off—not out of obedience, but because she loved her grandmother fiercely.
In the woods, a wolf stepped from the shadows, slick and smiling.
"Where are you going, little girl?" he asked.
Red looked him in the eye. “To someone who’s far smarter and stronger than you’ll ever be.”
Unnerved but curious, the wolf hurried ahead and found the grandmother’s house. But this time, the old woman was ready. She’d met wolves before.
He lunged—but she slammed the iron stove door on him, trapping his paw. Then she tied him up with her knitting yarn and waited.
When Red arrived, she wasn’t shocked.
She grinned. “I thought I smelled arrogance.”
Together, Red and her grandmother took the wolf to the edge of the forest and let him go—with a warning.
From that day on, Red walked through the woods without fear. Not because danger disappeared—but because she knew who she was, and she had learned how to face it.
