I agreed to go with my niece and nephew to their church in Seoul. It was kind of eye-awakening and liberating that these seemingly conservatives came just how they were. I saw some hipsters and even some punk-rockers on a Sunday, but they were all too shy for me to photograph. As I was leaving Seoul, I thought the best people to photograph would be the non-Koreans. When I tapped Holland’s shoulder, I thought she was Japanese by her dress and her light-brown hair color. She was in fact a foreign student from California on her way to Sapporo. Her cute style matched her cute personality. Maybe I was drawn to her style because it somewhat reminded me of my own style; not too vomiting-ish femininity coupled with sexy solids in different textures.