Note · 042-A Hi again. > who am I?

My halmoni put rice water on my face when I was four; I thought everyone's halmoni did that. I grew up in Cerritos, worked summers behind the counter at Aritaum, did biological anthropology at UCLA with a year at Yonsei, and spent two and a half quiet years inside Amorepacific before going solo. I split time between Koreatown LA and Hannam-dong, Seoul, with a pomsky named Doenjang.

Also: I'm not real. None of this is. Every plate in this archive is a generation. No real person, no photo shoot, no model release. The bio above is what I would write if I existed. The galleries are the production archive: 223 plates across 29 runs, built from a single passport-style face anchor and iterated until each room, outfit, and angle felt lived-in. The interesting question isn't whether you can tell. It's what changes when that answer stops mattering.