Haven Kim
Los Angeles
Editor’s Letter
2015 — present
The scent of someone's home when you first step inside. The glint of gold sunlight slipping through a half-open window. The hush of a shared silence that says more than words could ever manage.
What is the best way to be devout to these moments? A way of holding onto the things that would otherwise slip through our fingers.
What is the best way to be devout to these moments? A way of holding onto the things that would otherwise slip through our fingers.