So, you asked for authentic #OOTD-photos – including baby, if that’s how it is. And that is indeed how it is on most days. When I was jumping around in a fountain, Adam ‘luckily’ had a flu, which allowed me to breastfeed, leave Eddie with him, run off for 15 minutes and scoot back home. Times three!
However, normally, I’m still alone with him (Adam starts his paternity leave IN TEN WORKING DAYS!). And as such I have to have him with me. Everywhere. And it may work like this, when I’m meeting with photographer Julie:
Me: ‘Wanna meet in 45 minutes? In Værneren (ed. Værnedamsvej)?’
… 43 minutes later…
Me: ‘… Okay, could we make that 15 minutes from now?’
Julie: ‘Sure, no worries.’
(try to wrap up the breastfeeding, change diapers, wrap Eddie in wool, apply mascara on my second eye at double speed, because otherwise I won’t get to it)
… 14 minutes later…
(dripping with sweat, I run out the door with open coat, unbrushed hair and a (likely) screaming baby)
Me: ‘I’m there in a minute’ (probably closer to three, why do we always lie about that? Or, is that just me? ‘On my way,’ when I’m only just about to put on my shoes – even if that technically sort of is the beginning of ‘on my way’)
(Baby sleeping in stroller)
I arrive, still sweating, give Julie a hug (sorry, Jules, haha!), we end up chit-chatting for around 10 minutes, while she adjusts the light settings of the camera. I try to brush my hair with my fingers. Remove some lipstick from my teeth. And then we shoot. They say that having kids makes you efficient!
Giant fashion spread, pow pow pow! Swinging around, taking long strides, as I’ve seen them do in the street style photos. Smiling cheekily. Feeling it. Huge model. One minute later; baby squeaking. We only just started so I let Julie shoot a couple more photos. We end up with a two-minute session (Julie has quick fingers). But as the acceleration rate of babies is unpredictable, I gotta step out of the picture to the spot on the pavement where he’s safely parked. As soon as he sees me, he starts smiling (and I feel a bit bad that I didn’t run over to take him up as soon as he started squeaking). And just like that, the model session is over. The focussed kind, that is.
It is totally doable – baby on board and a few OOTD shots. But it’s without a doubt a bit of a hot and unfocussed affair. Accompanied by a dash of bad conscience about posing around when you’re someone’s mum and should concentrate on being that.
Psst … In my hunt for an updated version of my old sequin polo, I came across this suit (ad link), which is INSANE for New Year’s. Any takers?