Editorial

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THE ART OF IDENTITY

EDiTOR’s LETTER

HER is about identity -- a quiet study of the many versions of self we inhabit. Through moments of stillness and movement, I wanted to explore myself through it. The process became a mirror reflecting both the beauty and tension within identity, womanhood and the desire to be understood. This editorial isn’t just about aesthetics, it’s about honesty. It’s about peeling back layers of performance and finding comfort in imperfection.

HER is deeply personal. It’s me, the version that lingers between what is seen and what is felt.

Tina Pham Creative Director & Photographer

DIFFUSION

The self becomes a whisper - soft, uncertain, shifting between reflections. Here, identity drifts like smoke, uncontained yet strangely whole. In the blur, I begin to see myself.

Photographs

Tina Pham

Styling

Tina Pham Talent Maco Sato

Hair and Makeup

Kerrie Jane Bailey

Photographs Tina Pham

Styling

Tina Pham

Talent Maco Sato

Hair and Makeup

Kerrie Jane Bailey

Photographs Tina Pham

Styling Tina Pham

Talent Maco Sato

Hair and Makeup

Kerrie Jane Bailey

MORATORIUM

In the pause between who I was and who i’m becoming, there’s restlessness. A quiet negotiation. These moments of stillness are not absence. I am learning to hold the uncertainty with grace.

Photographs

Tina Pham

Styling

Annabelle Geng

Talent

Phoebe Miller

Hair and Makeup

Julia Tapiador

FORE CLOSURE

Here lies the version of me that knew how to smile for the frame. It’s beauty wrapped in discipline, identity framed by expectation. I’m learning what it means to unlearn.

Photographs Tina Pham

Talent

Phoebe Miller

Hair and Makeup

Julia Tapiador

Photographs Tina Pham

Talent

Phoebe Miller

Hair and Makeup

Julia Tapiador

Photographs Tina Pham

Styling

Julia Tapiador

Talent

Phoebe Miller

Hair and Makeup

Julia Tapiador

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To arrive doesn’t mean to be finished. It means to be seen. It is the version of self that feels clear-eyed and deliberate, rooted in experience yet open to evolution. HER is not perfection; it’s presence.