December on Instagram @viebonacci
December on instagram @madebylon
Madelon’s 2016
M!
Last year I wished everything would stay the same for you because it was that good. But it didn’t. It got bat shit better. Baby O entered your LA life and right after that you moved back home. Only a train ride apart from me (insert mad eyes)
52 photos on the wall | Vie | The End
J: her
F: and her
Halleluja! It’s a wrap! Number 52 of our photos is up on the wall. And even though it was hard to keep up sometimes, it’s damn cool to look back and see how our kids grew in front of our cameras. It’s also damn cool to see how some of our followers and some of their followers play along and create their own memories. Thank you for that.
We’ve done this 52 thing for 2 years now. And talking about it the last couple of weeks made us decide to stop here, before we get bored too much and fuck up the magic. But we still love our cameras, our kids, our blog and this concept. So we stole another cool idea. More about that in January…
XMV
52 photos on the wall | Madelon
What a difference a year makes…
Vie’s 2016
Like last year, we decided to look back on the past year for each other. Because we love to scroll through posts (a couple) and photos (a lot). So here we go…
Vie,
2016 was a quiet year. Blog wise. Adventurous life wise. Not much happened but also everything happened. You moved houses (again), You added a little human to your life. Of course we still talked about our blog, loved it, had many new (hilarious) ideas, but often life got in the way. And that’s okay, because that’s what it’s all about, blog wise.
51 photos on the wall | Vie
51 photos on the wall | Madelon
R: Mrs. Attitude.
S: Mr. Attitude.
O: We introduced a new house rule, no fighting over Oscar. It’s not working yet.
Christmas in November
Two weeks before our big move, 5 weeks after giving birth, I received a call from Zara. That fact alone is pretty awesome in my opinion. But when they asked me to shoot one of their December editorials... first I looked around at all the mess, then I looked at my screaming newborn boy.
