Off course I remember your challenge. That photobomb is haunting me. Or should I say WAS. Because I did it! On the exact same day you remembered me and all of our readers out there. But before you start whooing I should add that it didn’t work out the gorgeous bombshell way I wanted. On the contrary.
I ran across the whole San Marco Piazza in Venice to jump into that one perfect shot. My sweet, but not so superfast assistant (yes B) right behind me (or at the other end of the piazza) and J in de ergo baby. I ran. I jumped. I felt embarrassed. I got pissed off (yes B again). And I had fun. The last part doubled up to a peeing-my-pants kind of moment when I opened my computer to check out the results.
So M, get out your magnifying glass. Here you go. Madelon versus Vie: the attempted photobomb.
And after all the effort we’ve put into it I have to share a few outtakes.
Ps. I’ll get back to you. Soon.
Who’s bombing who?