Kyle Hepp

September 24, 2010

We got two new sample albums today! It’s a pure coincidence that they both came in at the same time because they’re from two different companies, but the UPS man made for a very exciting afternoon at the Hepp household

I know this may not be the most exciting post you’ve ever read, but I’m putting it up more for the out of town ladies who hire us and haven’t seen the albums in real life.

These are the color options to choose from on the leather cover album.

This bad boy is a 12×12 incher, with something like 20 spreads or so. It weighs so much I’m actually worried about how we’ll bring it back to Chile with us without having our luggage register as overweight.

And this is the second kind of album we’re now offering:

Isn’t the photo cover so cool?!?

I’m really excited to have these both as options for our couples to choose from if they order an album. I love them each for different reasons. The leather cover album is durable, it will last a life time and the pages are thick and glossy. The second album is also very durable, but I think the photo cover is a unique look for an album, and the pages in this album are matte, which means they absorb the ink a little more for the true color/contrast to shine through. I can’t wait to start showing them both to our brides and prospective clients!

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September 23, 2010

I grew up in Michigan. I may not have spent all my 18 formative years there, but I spent most of my 18 formative years there. Today we took a road trip across the state (to visit my favorite Ann Arbor wedding photographers, Brett Maxwell and Heather Jowett) and everything we passed brought up a memory.

Jenison is where we had a band invitational and I had to wear a giant funny hat with feathers, extremely unflattering pants, and march around rigidly while playing a flute (a strange concept now that I think about it). Cascade is where my best friend in elementary school moved away to when I was little. I was devastated. Grand Haven is where I rushed to meet my soccer team at half time after a piano recital, subbed in and played the best game of my life. Lake Orion is where our competitive cheer team went to an annual invitation to get our asses whooped up and down the matt every year by these guys.

And Seba knew none of that.

Then there are the insignificant memories that one day my brain will probably erase to make room for more important things  – Plainwell has blue uniforms, East Grand Rapids has fake turf, West Ottowa’s mascot is the panthers. They’re unimportant. But they’re also parts of a million different fragments that make up who I am now. It’s mind blowing to me that I can love Seba so much and he can know current me so well but he has no idea that  band camp was in Mount Pleasant and cheer camp was called “Beast.”

In a way I envy couples who were high school sweethearts or met each other when they were little. They share a history. They know what the other person was like back in the day. They see the changes in him/her for good or bad and know how far they’ve both come.

I’d give anything to travel in time to the 90′s — yes, he’s an old man — to go meet rebel Seba in high school with long hair down to his waist, who went to protests with the sole aim of throwing rocks at the pacos (policemen in Chile).

And I wish Seba could meet high school Kyle, who was fat(ter) but fearless, loved her cheerleading team more than anything else in those days, and played Canon in D over and over and over again on the piano. As for what the world would bring in life after Michigan, she had HUGE expectations (which have all been surpassed beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined) and dreamed about it all the time.

Though if we had met in high school, we probably wouldn’t have liked each other. At all.

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September 21, 2010

This past weekend Seba and I had a rare weekend off so we decided to take full advantage and go stay at a nice hotel in downtown Grand Rapids. We got to walk around and see all the statues and cool stuff they’re putting up for Art Prize (a GENIUS marketing initiative by the city of GR), eat really delicious food (at the recommendation of two of our awesome clients/friends) and just generally relaxed.

We also stopped into a luggage store and I picked up a Britto wallet/passport holder. My beloved old passport holder, given to me by one of my besties, has been worn to death over the past couple years and is falling apart at the seams so I was forced to part with it. But Andi and her Britto luggage inspired me to give the new passport holder a shot!

Isn’t it cute?!?

I ran into someone from high school at the grocery store the other day and he said, “Man, from what it looks like on Facebook, your life is pretty sweet!” It is. I’m not denying that at all. But fact of the matter is that I only blog about the exciting stuff, not my regular day to day life. Of course I’m going to post about going to go stay at a baller hotel for a weekend away. Of course I’m NOT going to post about sleeping in my mom and stepdad’s basement (Seba on a futon and me on a twin bed) every day. Of course I’m going to post about getting upgraded to first class. Of course I’m not going to post about how tiring it is to travel on such a regular basis. You have to take it all with a grain of salt.

Seba and I are absolutely blessed beyond belief to do what we love for a living, travel and best of all, make our own schedule and spend our time together. But it’s not all as glamorous as it looks. I get defensive when people assume our life is perfect. It’s not. At all. But I wouldn’t trade places with anybody else in the world, that’s for sure

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