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AndBloom Founder of AndBloom, photographer, content creator and writer I am Denise (45), friends call me Dee. In my younger days, I worked as a fashion model.

I am a photographer fueled by compassion, curiosity, and a drive to change the current view of society on aging. Living in Milano, Paris, and London, I traveled the world to work for many clients. When I was 25 I moved back to the Netherlands to become a photographer. After finishing art school at 29 I started working as a photographer and loved every minute of it, I loved fashion, beauty, and taking pictures of beautiful people. I worked all over the world from Tokyo to New York, from Capetown to Seoul. The years passed by and while approaching the ‘BIG 40’ I began to notice a certain dissatisfaction about aging, especially amongst women. Exploring this dissatisfaction in my work and private life, made me realize that it occurs not only in women over 40 but also in many younger women. Young women that worry about getting older, middle-aged women who think they no longer count after a certain age. Women, young and old(-er), that follow (the often) unrealistic example of the (social) media. The anti-aging campaigns using models barely over the age of 20, or Hollywood women that have everything ‘done’ to look younger. It can be, of course, a bit confusing, looking at celebrities your age that look at least 15 years younger than you do because of great light, filters, Botox, fillers, or other (radical) facial treatments. Giving birth to my son at 40 changed my perspective. An awareness came over me, I call it ‘motherhood’. Everything that was once important to me was suddenly less important. If someone had told me 5 years ago that I would be a mother one day … I would have declared them crazy. During early motherhood, I was given time to think about my work. I decided to give it a new, more meaningful direction. On an empty Thai beach, during endless walks with my 2-year-old son, I decided to start this new project. An awareness came over me, I call it ‘motherhood’ and growing up. On an empty Thai beach, during endless walks with my 2-year-old son, I decided to start this new project called AndBloom. It was also on that beach I realized I was having a kind of identity crisis. I no longer felt very young but also not old, yet I didn’t belong to the youth in my early forties, but I didn’t feel middle-aged either. I felt I was at a turning point in my life, physically and mentally. Talking with women around me made me realize I wasn’t the only one feeling like this. Many women feel a turning point around their 40’s and it’s not at all negative. 40-Something is a great age, you are old enough to know what you want and you still have time enough to do whatever you want. I know women that started new companies, women who started a new education, made a career switch, had another baby (or 2), changed husbands or left for a solo trip around the world. AndBloom is an age-positive community, I photograph women of all ages over 40, beautiful, real women, to capture the beautiful journey of aging.

The funny thing about becoming more yourself as you get older is that not everyone is going to like it. And I’ve learned...
19/10/2026

The funny thing about becoming more yourself as you get older is that not everyone is going to like it. And I’ve learned to be perfectly fine with that.

Some people will miss the version of you who always said yes, kept the peace, made herself smaller or put everyone else’s needs before her own. Not necessarily because they loved that version of you more, but because she was easier for them.

I’ve spent enough years worrying about what other people might think. And the older I get, the less interested I am in being someone else’s idea of who I should be.

I want to speak my mind, wear whatever the hell I like, change my opinions, say no without writing an essay explaining why, and take up space without apologising for it.

Does that mean everyone will like me? Absolutely not. Does that make me a villain in someone else’s story? Possibly. Ha!

But there’s a big difference between being unkind and simply no longer being convenient.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that becoming yourself isn’t about turning into a completely different person. Sometimes it’s about finding your way back to the woman you were before the world told you to tone her down.

And I rather like her. 💛

Send this to a woman who’s finally learning to say no. ❤️

A day to make memories. The kind you carry with you for years to come. ❤️I’ve always loved travelling. I genuinely belie...
18/10/2026

A day to make memories. The kind you carry with you for years to come. ❤️

I’ve always loved travelling. I genuinely believe it makes us richer. Not in what we own, but in what we experience, discover and learn along the way. And I’m so grateful I get to share that with Finn.

We’ve been to Paris with him before, but he was too little to remember much. I have a feeling this trip, especially because of Disney, will stay with him.

Which makes me wonder, how much do you actually remember from your childhood?

I remember quite a lot, but there are also entire chapters that seem to have disappeared. I was talking about this with one of my oldest childhood friends recently. How some memories are crystal clear, while others are just a big black hole. Perhaps some things are better left there.

But Paris. Oh, Paris.

I was 18 when I first arrived at Gare du Nord. Completely alone. A young girl with a suitcase, stepping into a world she knew very little about.

I remember her so clearly.

What she didn’t know was how much life would ask of her. How many times she’d have to pick herself up, find her courage, start over and learn to believe in herself.

And now, at 51, I get to walk those same streets with my son, feeling a happiness and peace my 18-year-old self couldn’t even imagine.

I’ve grown. I’ve healed. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost things, found things and learned that becoming the woman you want to be isn’t always a beautiful, straightforward journey.

Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s lonely. Sometimes it takes decades.

And that’s something I love about life. You don’t have to have it all figured out at 20, 30 or even 50. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to become someone you never imagined you could be.

Every time I return to Paris, I think about young Dee. And I wish I could tell her that one day she’d walk these streets again, no longer searching for herself, but finally feeling at home in her own life.

And that she’d be happy.

Bloody grateful. Wow. Just wow. ❤️

15/10/2026

Women who support women are my kind of women. 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼

Tag a woman who makes you feel supported. Let her know she matters. 💕

The ones who cheer when you try something new. Who send a message before the big day and ask how it went afterwards. Who share your work, say your name in rooms you haven’t entered yet, and celebrate your success as warmly as their own.

I appreciate these women more than ever. The ones I can dream out loud with, admit my doubts to, and trust to be honest with kindness.

Support doesn’t mean agreeing on everything. It means wanting each other to do well. And if you always feel you have to make yourself smaller to belong, it might be time to find a circle where you can grow.

Some days are exciting, some are messy, and some are so wonderfully ordinary that they almost look exactly like the day ...
13/10/2026

Some days are exciting, some are messy, and some are so wonderfully ordinary that they almost look exactly like the day before. Same routines, same faces, same little things. And yet, there’s so much beauty in that ordinary life.

One of the things I love most about getting older is how much I’m growing into myself. Less concerned with expectations, less interested in proving anything, and increasingly comfortable with the person I’ve always been.

Becoming a mother at 40 was something I had almost stopped believing would happen. Having one son was already beyond my wildest dreams. Do I sometimes wonder what life with more children would have looked like? Of course. But that doesn’t make me any less grateful for the beautiful boy I have.

And marriage? After almost 18 years together, I can tell you it’s not always pink clouds and butterflies. 🤭 There are disagreements, frustrations and plenty of ordinary Tuesdays. But there’s something beautiful about choosing each other again and again, through all the different versions of ourselves.

I’ve learned that loving your life doesn’t mean you never wonder about the roads you didn’t take. The choices you didn’t make, the person you might have become. Gratitude and curiosity about what might have been can exist together.

And while I share a lot here, what you see on Instagram is only a fraction of my life. Not every moment needs an audience, not every experience needs to become content. Some things are simply ours to enjoy, struggle through or remember.

At 51, I don’t wake up every morning feeling inspired or excited. Sometimes I’m tired, restless or simply bored. And sometimes a sunny morning, a good conversation or a fabulous outfit is all it takes to make me ridiculously happy.

I appreciate what I have. The people I love, the life we’ve built, the freedom to be myself and the privilege of getting older.

It’s not a perfect life. It’s not always an exciting life. But it’s mine. And perhaps the greatest gift of getting older is realising that it doesn’t need to be anything more than that. ❤️

Outfit questions below 👇🏼

10/10/2026

The morning-after hair and today’s outfit. 🥰

I can’t believe I shared a hair tool yesterday that was already sold out. What a brilliant “influencer” I am. 😂 I’ll soon show you how to create similar curls with another tool I have.

I thought I didn’t have much to share today, but yesterday I had lunch with a dear old friend. We were besties in high school and for years afterwards, until we grew apart about 15 years ago. No big drama. Life simply took us in different directions.

It was lovely to catch up and realise that the connection was still there. There’s something special about sitting across from someone who knew you at 12, long before you became the woman you are today.

We talked about the twists and turns our lives had taken. She’s had her share, and so have I. What stayed with me was hearing how we’d each found our way through. How much we’d changed, learned and grown, while still recognising the girls we once were in each other.

Almost 40 years after we first became friends, there we were, sharing stories we could never have imagined back then.

What a journey. ❤️

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Outfit from the shop. 🌸
Lipstick color is Bois de Rose
This mascara is really nice from
The loafers are
Underwear

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