Francesco van der Zwaag
My first pair of perfect fitting Vans remind me of a nice holiday in France, back in 2008—Normandy, to be exact. I went there with my two best friends for three long weeks of camping. We went on lots of hikes and my Vans really became my close companions that holiday. The salt water of the The English Channel left a lasting memory on the shoes that are still lying in my closet. I don’t wear them anymore but I also can’t throw them away for the sake of those holiday memories.
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