The Story Behind the Catalogues
\nRealising that Spring \u201922 marks the twelfth year of V&V\u2019s journey, we find ourselves gently touching old memories and asking:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did it all begin?\u201d<\/p>\n
I remember my very first photoshoot in a professional studio as if it were yesterday.<\/p>\n
The simple fact that I was actually going to photograph my collection\u2014not placing a camera on a table and then rushing behind a drawn curtain to pose myself\u2014felt absolutely breathtaking.<\/p>\n
The first \u201cbatch\u201d of clothes, sewn from my very limited savings, with no idea whether anyone would ever buy them, was one of the biggest sources of excitement and nervousness I had ever felt.<\/p>\n
The first catalogue, designed by my husband and me in a Word document…<\/p>\n
The first time we bought photo paper and spent the whole night printing three copies on our slow home printer.<\/p>\n
The first time we stopped putting catalogue pages into plastic sleeves and took them to a print shop, where they were bound with a spiral.<\/p>\n
The first time we allowed ourselves to consider hiring a professional designer.<\/p>\n
The first impression of turning the pages of a catalogue that was no longer created only with our limited skills and knowledge.<\/p>\n
The first time holding a catalogue in my hands that actually started to resemble a little book…<\/p>\n
I\u2019m writing this and smiling.<\/p>\n
Because all these memories are still bubbling so vividly in my mind that it feels as though not more than ten years separate those moments from today.<\/p>\n
And even stronger is the feeling settling in my heart:<\/p>\n
If someone could turn back time and offer me a large amount of money in exchange for skipping all those funny, exhausting little steps…<\/p>\n
I would politely refuse.<\/p>\n
Long live the life that moves forward in small, steady steps.<\/p>\n
V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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