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The VIVA shoot

Despite my initial trepidation yesterday's shoot turned out to be a lot of fun - the VIVA girls are just lovely, as were the other ladies I was photographed with. Then some of the Mummy Posse showed up for their photos just as I'd finished so we ended up hanging out for most of the morning, sneaking peeks at the fashion samples (serious shoe envy) and generally having a laugh. So pleased I'm a girl.

I've promised Jo, the very glam VIVA editor, that I won't give too much away about the feature as she's keen to keep it under wraps until the mag comes out in June, but you can see some behind the scenes shots on VIVAs Facebook page as well as these images taken by Jo and I while on the shoot (using my new iPhone Hipstamatic app, which is simply brilliant), featuring two of my beautiful GFs.





Comments

I'm pleased you're a girl as well otherwise I'd be feeling very confused ...
Anonymous said…
Cute picture of you, Kate ... even if you're not really a girl.

You're not really confused Papersurfer until you don't know what day of the week it is. I mean like it's Monday, right?
It's Monday!!?! What! all day?
Clare said…
Sounds like fun. I'll look forward to seeing the feature in June!
Suse said…
Great photos! I love that Hisptamatic app, its so cool.
Kate B. said…
Anon - being a girl is a state of mind and has nothing to do with age. Thanks for pointing it out though, v kind of you.

Clare, me too! Have no idea which pic they will go with, probably will be the one with me squinting and bad ogre-like posture. Hope so, need a confidence boost.

Suse, such a great app, isn't it? Anyone with any other photo-related app recs please let me know. Just starting to get into this iPhone thing after resisting for years.
Unknown said…
wow, smart, sweet, beautiful and now FAMOUS!
Kate B. said…
Aunty Wanda, you embarrass me! enough already with the compliments or I'll become insufferably big-headed. :-) But no, not famous, just one of many in a mag feature, will send you guys a copy when it comes out. Love you. xx

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