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regarding musicians, are we supposed to make up an agency/label or is there a page I'm missing...?

hello! we do have a few labels that are canon (just to add depth to the verse: there’s KJ ent., MIXX MUSIC + CLUB DIIV which can be found here)!!

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good morning, stranger.

oh, surprised? didn’t expect to hear from me, did you? well, i’m flattered, as you all know i aim to shock. a little birdie told me that you were around, and how could i miss the chance? it’d be such a waste, truly. because i’ve heard seoul has been chilly these past weeks – i think it’s time to make it hot again.

students of cheongnam high might have grown up by now but it’s okay – one can only hope they age like fine wine and become better with time. or, in my case, maybe i should hope they worsen. either way, stranger, you didn’t really think that you’re safe from me, did you? my absence was only a short hiatus. the bitch is back.

did you really think that your secrets can stay in the past, darling?

i know you’ve been waiting for me.

xoxo, gossip girl.

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choi sooyoung → snsd kang daniel → wanna one kim hyo-jong (e’dawn) → pentagon park jihyo → twice

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park yuri → model

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jennie kim → blackpink kim jiwon (bobby) → ikon

APPLICATIONS

park jihye → model → designer; syjs

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EXPIRED RESERVES

kwon hyunbin → model lee taeyong → nct

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lim sungbin (beenzino) → rapper

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choi sooyoung → snsd kang daniel → wanna one kim hyo-jong (e’dawn) → pentagon park jihyo → twice

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park yuri → model

APPLICATIONS

park jihye → model → designer; syjs

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                                THE ART OF EYE CONTACT

NAME › Han Jiae D.O.B. › 07 17 1992 (25) OCCUPATION › Picture Editor at Complex INSTA › @hanjjiae

PORTFOLIO

hanjiae.com

EXPERIENCE

photo editor (february 2016 - present)

complex magazine | seoul, south korea

freelance photographer (june 2011 - present)

han jiae photography | seoul, south korea

formerly based in new york

photo editor (december 2015 - january 2016)

nylon korea | seoul, south korea

freelance photo editor (july 2015 - november 2015)

elle | new york city, usa

photography intern (june 2014 - august 2014)

seventeen magazine | new york city, usa

EDUCATION

bachelor of fine arts - photography

rhode island school of design (2010 - 2014)

DETAILS

an old soul, jiae’s loneliness is only made more profound by a mother with touches too fleeting to be warm, and a ghost for a father who leaves before she’s born. with a mother more in love with her ex than her own daughter, jiae learns of heartbreak at an early age.

running is her only hobby, for a while. running after the imagined picture of her father, running after the attention of her mother. running later turns to jumping. and then to falling. scrapes and bruises - it’s more effective that way.

she learns to stand still when a camera makes its way into her hands. its hoarding moments, from then on. mother, mother, father, father. whose camera is it, really? what does photography mean to you?

her answer lies on 14 hour flight to new york - an art university, overseas. she stretches her so-called passion to the limits in a foreign city - but the lights are the same, the people are the same - it solidifies.

it’s back to running, she thinks, but in a better way. dreams, passion, work - it all starts to make sense. and with every click of the shutter, she’s one step closer to finding herself. but it’s good. it feels good.

remember how things were the same? it seems loneliness applies, too, no matter how many filters or selective color is applied. she did this for her father. she did this for her mother. she did this for herself? or is she delusional?

doubt creeps its way in, and she barely lasts two years out of school before she’s back to seoul.

but she’s good at running. away from things. and she can take pictures.

work seems more like a distraction. she molds people for a living, molds herself to them in return.

complex seems different, though. not better, but different. less glitz, less glam, more chic. takes her back to her roots. hidden artists of seoul. she sees a spark and follows it.

On Staying Focused: Meet COMPLEX’s Newest Photo Editor

by Ahn Seolhyun - 06.18.16

From New York to Seoul, you’ve been pursuing photography for years now. Has photography always been your passion? How did you get your start?

Not always, but photography has been a passion of mine for a while now, yes. I actually started taking pictures when I was a teenager, during the summer in my first year of high school. That period of time has become a photograph of its own in my mind – I remember it very vividly. My mother gifted me one of those cheap digital cameras one night - the plastic ones. The pictures I took – they weren’t very good, naturally. They were dark and grainy, but I was obsessed with the new power I held in my hands. All throughout that night, and throughout high school and university, I never stopped capturing the moments around me.

jiae? how many times have i told you not to wait up for me?

sorry, eomma.

you don’t sound sorry at all. she smiles and reaches out to smooth down jiae’s hair. well, you chose a good night because… eomma has a gift for you.

she hands jiae a small, brown gift bag made of paper. jiae looks at it curiously before taking it from her mother’s hands.

a camera? she asks slowly, and lays it flat on her palm. this might as well be the first time she’s ever seen a camera - they’ve never taken pictures before. does eomma like taking pictures?

eomma laughs lightly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. she looks down, almost bashfully and says, ah… no. not really. i’m not very good at it. but your father was.

jiae perks up at this. appa?

yes. i was just browsing when i saw this and… i felt so nostalgic. your father would’ve stopped and read every label on the back. they’re just these cheap things but… he would’ve loved them. i know he would. so i thought… since i could never see the world from his eyes, maybe i could give you the chance to do so… ah! listen to your mother ramble on like this. it’s just a silly thought i had-

no! jiae says a little too loudly, and startles her mother out of her reverie. she stares, wide-eyed at jiae who is suddenly cradling the camera between her palms.

i want to try, jiae says. if a camera was a part of appa’s world then… i want to find him. she raises the camera to eye-level, like the people on the street, and aims it at her mother sitting on the front steps, barely illuminated by the porch light.

smile, eomma.

click.

Being a photo editor, and a photographer in general, what’s your creative process like? How do you keep the ideas flowing? Do you have any advice?

For work, at least, I’d say it’s very collaborative. I’m always conferring with other people. Other photographers, photo editors, and the creative director especially. It’s very much a game of ping pong. Someone shoots out an idea and someone hits it back until we’re all on the same page. It’s very humbling to see your personal thoughts bounced around like that. Which leads me to my first piece of advice, I suppose. Remain true to yourself. Don’t be afraid to stray from what’s conventional. As creative people, it’s easy to get stuck doing what other people want to see. Of course it’s part of the job, but who are you behind the lens? Who are you behind the editorial shoots and the minimalist flat-lays? Focus your lens with intent. Don’t just take pictures of what’s trendy. Have a message, a theme, an aesthetic, have something that’s interesting to you, and run with it.

click.

sorry, eomma.

let me see.

jiae shrinks as she pads over to where her mother is perched on the couch. she gingerly passes the camera into her mother’s hands and bites her lip as she waits. please don’t make me delete it, she thinks. her mother has been known to cut her off at a moment’s notice. as quick to ire as she is to praise.

eomma tilts her head lightly as she regards the photo with an unreadable expression.

the photo is of her, face turned to the window. one leg dangles from the couch, toes barely grazing the white fur of the rug. an elbow rests atop her knee as her hand curls and rests upon her lips. a dark green shawl slips down her shoulders and mingles with the strands of her hair. the scene is illuminated with sunlight.

it’s beautiful, she says finally.

jiae smiles shyly. it’s you who’s beautiful, eomma. all i did was capture it.

eomma turns fully towards her and sits up. that’s not true, jiae. you’re an artist. you take an instant out of time and hold it still. no matter how many photographers there are, no one will see the world the way you do.

she smiles at jiae’s stunned expression.

focus your lens with intent, and never let go.

What do you hope to accomplish in your role as photo editor at COMPLEX?

I very much hope to continue COMPLEX’s goal of giving Seoul’s youth a platform where they can share their work. There’s always been a unique quality about “independent brands,” if you will. It’s what makes them different, and it’s that difference that allows us to do all these interesting things as a magazine. We just put a new spin on your average expectations when it comes to fashion, art and design. Let’s put it this way: try matte instead of gloss, and you might see something you’d never thought of before.

i did everything for them. and what do i have to show for it?

everything.

and yet nothing.

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                                   JE SUIS PARTIE LÀ-BAS

NAME › Im Sowon D.O.B. › 02 18 1992 (25) OCCUPATION › Picture Editor at Complex INSTA › @sowonim

PORTFOLIO

EMPLOYMENT

The Star – Assistant Picture Editor (May 2015 - July 2015) Complex – Picture Editor (November 2015 - Present) INTERNSHIP

The New Standard Edition – Photographer/Social Media Intern (December 2013 - February 2014) Blanc Magazine – Fashion Assistant Intern (June 2014 - July 2014) 10 Magazine – General Editorial Intern (August 2014 - December 2014)

SKILLS

Proficient in using latest photo editing software and high-end digital cameras

Ability to handle multiple projects simultaneously and independently

Excellent coordination and communication skills

ACCOMPLISHMENTS

Completed summer intensive in Paris at Parsons The New School

Traveled through Europe for fashion trend research

Various humanitarian experience working with and leading diverse teams

EDUCATION

Paris College of Art – Bachelor’s Degree Study Abroad Program FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) – Bachelor of Fine Arts in Photography

DETAILS

She’s born to a young but ambitious couple: a woman in her late 20′s who works as an English teacher and a man in his mid 30′s who works as a U.S. diplomat. Their career choices has brought them together on this joyous day to not only celebrate their Parisian experience, but also their first and last child: Im Sowon.

The first decade and a half of Sowon’s life is spent as a traveler, as she doesn’t have a place to really call home. They’re always moving, leaving–and it happens so frequently that eventually, Sowon just stops trying to make a home out of places altogether.

Her parents value cultural diversity, so she’s given private lessons about heritages, languages, and everything in between. Somewhere along the way, the United States becomes a mandatory subject because “That’s where our home is, back in New York City.” But before Sowon can even process that there had been a Statue of Liberty before an Eiffel Tower, she was already taking in Spanish verbs and conjugations.

Sowon’s heart breaks every three years. Because it is every three years that their family has to relocate, because it is every three years that Sowon loses friends and loved ones, because it is every three years that she is reminded, agonizingly so, that nothing for her is permanent.

They’re snuggling on the back of a pickup truck when she realizes that Prince Charming does exist and he’s right here, in Bali. He’s only sixteen–a year older than her–but he already has life figured out and wants her to experience it all with him. Sowon is taken aback by the concept of commitment, however, and dismisses his proposal for the stars above. (“They’re so pretty.”)

Memories are kept by her in photographs. On her last day in Jakarta, she uses her father’s digital SLR camera to take sentimental shots of the people and places of Indonesia. Despite it only being her first attempt, her mother considers–and even insists–that Sowon take up one or two photography lessons as soon as they land in Italy.

Italy is short-lived, but it’s also where circumstances for Sowon begin to change. Here, she falls in love with the culture, the scenery, the wide avenues, and then ultimately, photography–all within a year. It’s only meant to be a hobby, really, but Milan Fashion Week kicks off and she finds herself sitting in front of the television, gaping at the magic unfolding right before her eyes. Maybe this is her calling. Sowon decides she wants to study fashion photography.

They return to the States shortly after. She finishes the last two years of high school in New York and attends the Fashion Institute of Technology the following semester. By then, her parents are already abroad. It’s in these crucial years of independence that Sowon develops a sense of identity, all the while balancing school and internships.

Although her mind is in the right place, her heart is not. She wants to stay committed, find something worthwhile to keep her in New York–but alas, Sowon is ultimately homesick. Not for France, Brazil, or Indonesia, but possibly for somewhere she’s never been to. (Her heart doesn’t break anymore. It’s still in pieces, waiting to be put back together, and maybe that’s why she can’t stay still.)

10Mag hires her and she leaves for Seoul the morning of.

Lesson One: Sowon le Fou.

“They’re stealing my shit.”

It’s one a.m. when Sowon phones her friend from New York. Their conversation is supposed to go something along the lines of, ‘You’re getting married?’ and ‘No way, congratulations!’, but the festive atmosphere quickly fades ten minutes in and all that’s left, really, is a distressed Sowon, who isn’t much of a happy person to begin with.

“Who?”

“The picture editor at The Star. He’s taking advantage of me because I’m only an assistant.” Sowon emphasizes the word ‘assistant,’ because she knows that’s the root of the problem. “They would respect me more if I wasn’t new.”

“Have you tried confronting him?”

Sowon laughs, dryly. “You really think he’d admit it? That guy? Anyway, the company has his back,” she deadpans, sinking into her couch, “I hate the seniority customs they have here. He’s older than me, so I don’t know if I can do much.”

“Right,” her friend responds, “and it’s The Star you’re working for as well. I doubt anyone has the time to deal with image theft.”

“I should still do something about it though, right?” Sowon asks, seeking moral support.

A short pause, and then: “Yes.”

Lesson Two: Le Mépris.

Seoul is expected to have a thunderstorm sometime around noon. Sowon suspects, as lunchtime is approaching, that maybe that’s a sign for doom–a foreshadowing that her confrontation with the editor-in-chief won’t end too well.

She almost backs out of the plan too, until her thief throws a look her way that screams ‘Tu es completement débile.’ – And that’s all it takes for her to barge into the editor-in-chief’s office, honestly.

“Sajangnim,” Sowon begins, and she feels her confidence withering the longer she waits for a reply.

The editor-in-chief looks up from his desk and gives her a pointed look. (The disrespect.)

Sowon continues, “My work has been stolen by Mr. Lee for the third time. I wish you would say something about it to the staff so that I don’t always look like-”

“But aren’t we all working together?”

She swallows her words.

“We’re in the same team, Sowon-ssi. I don’t see a problem when our number one goal is to attract our readers.”

“Excuse me?” Sowon asks. She has to mentally run through a list of French conjugations to diffuse her anger, but the more she stares at the editor-in-chief, the more aggravated she becomes. “I just want credit, is all.”

“Is this really something we should be talking about right now?”

Sowon doesn’t answer.

“Yah, why aren’t you working? Is it even your lunch break yet?”

It’s one thing to be disrespected by her colleagues, but to have her boss of all people stare at her and treat her with disdain is both damaging and degrading.

Sowon hates the way he looks at her–hates the way all her seniors look at her, as if she hadn’t worked hard enough to get here.

Her employment status is still fairly new (three months since she’s been with The Star), but the lack of recognition irks her, gets under her skin. She can’t stand the seniority customs, the mindset that elders are automatically right, no matter how wrong they are. They say it’s best to pay no heed to their words, because what do they know? But sometimes, ignorance isn’t bliss. Sometimes, it just hurts.

Sowon feels herself crumbling. She wonders, for a split second, if Korea is the right place to be.

(Will there ever be a ‘right place’?)

“Merde!” she exclaims, “C’est des conneries! Va te faire foutre!”

There’s a downpour in Seoul for the next hour.

Lesson Three: Tout Va Bien (Pas Vraiment).

They tell her she’s such an American Girl, like it’s supposed to hurt. You Americans are so spoiled. And if it hadn’t been for the pojangmacha over her head, she’d have mistaken this situation for a night out in France. (The French people badmouth Americans, too.)

It’s all so amusing to her, though, how different people around the world think of Americans in the same light–as if there’d been an international consensus that the majority are utter babies.

Sowon can’t deny that her six years in New York has made her pompously entitled, especially in situations where things don’t go her way. And, maybe–as her friends had put it–she was being a little too sensitive that day.

“What do you suggest I do then, oppa?” Sowon is genuinely curious.

“You’re how many years old? 23?”

She nods.

Her female friend chimes in, albeit tipsily, “I think you need to grow up.”

Lesson Four: Hélas Pour Moi.

August and September disappear as quickly as they arrive. October settles in quietly.

Lately, everything feels humdrum blue–empty and eerily still, like the calm before a storm. Days of isolation and desperation turn to hours, weeks, months, driving nothing but schisms and fissures into her chest, hollow where her heart is. It’s all so draining, and it doesn’t help that Seoul feels lonelier than usual.

Maybe she’s homesick again.

“Or unemployed?”

The cheeky remark earns a playful smack from Sowon.

“No, oppa. It’s something about the cold,” she says, honest, “feels… nostalgic.”

He half-chuckles, stares off into the distance like something’s there. “What are you homesick for anyway? France?”

Sowon doesn’t say anything, because she also doesn’t know. Not really. Not yet.

—

“When are you leaving?”

“What, all of a sudden you care now?”

“Maybe I can give you some advice.”

“Soon, like in-a-few-weeks-soon.”

“Oh.”

—

Something is missing.

Sowon realizes this on the morning of oppa’s departure, when her apartment is colored blue and indigo. Something is always missing, and she can’t figure out what it is.

Lesson Five: Faut Pas Rêver.

November rushes in with new beginnings and miracles.

And a letter from Bern.

Grüezi, it reads, I know you probably hate me more than anything right now—in fact, I’d be lucky to have you even read this. But Sowon, listen to me. My moving had nothing to do with you. I couldn’t tell you this in person because I thought you needed some time alone, and—

Sowon skims through the first half of the letter, drops her gaze toward the very last sentence.

I learned a little French for you. “Faut pas rêver.” I hope you never give up your dreams of being a picture editor.

Yours truly.

She stills momentarily–and then trashes the letter altogether.

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kwon hyunbin → model lee taeyong → nct

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lim sungbin (beenzino) → rapper

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choi sooyoung → snsd kang daniel → wanna one kim hyo-jong (e’dawn) → pentagon park jihyo → twice

APPLICATIONS

kwon saem → model → complex picture editor 1 park jihye → model → designer; syjs yoon seonah → model → complex picture editor 2

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when applying, can we have our character's portfolio on a sideblog?

sure, the portfolio can be linked as some members have! (although you could probably just make it a page haha but kudos for going all-out nonnie!)

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kwon saem → model (ext.) yoon seonah → model (ext.)

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kwon hyunbin → model lee taeyong → nct

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lim sungbin (beenzino) → rapper

RESERVED UNTIL 08.06

choi sooyoung → snsd kang daniel → wanna one kim hyo-jong (e’dawn) → pentagon park jihyo → twice

APPLICATIONS

park jihye → model → designer; syjs

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are there any requests?

oh gosh i just realized that i’ve forgotten to add a request form for members… i’ll be adding one soon so hang tight, nonnie! (also members feel free to make requests😙)

edit: a request form is available to fill out under the application here.

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                                    ROSE COLOURED DREAMS

NAME › Kang Nara D.O.B. › 05 16 1990 (27) OCCUPATION › Freelance stylist/ Socialite  INSTA › @16nara

PORTFOLIO

ACADEMIC EDUCATION

bachelor of fashion design - fashion institute of technology

INTERNSHIP

donna karan (2012 - 2013)

EMPLOYMENT

freelance editorial stylist

ohboy! - flat lay pages (january 2014 – march 2014)

ceci - cover & main editorial (july 2014 – november 2014)

w magazine usa - cover shoots & main fashion editorial (march 2015 -  june 2015)

elle korea - international shoot (november 2015 – january 2016)

kenzo autumn/winter campaign (march 2016 – june 2016)

COMPLEX - main editorial collaboration (february 2017- april 2017)

DETAILS

blue hydrangeas and coltrane in the air - kang nara was born to two parents she both adores and despises in the same breath. her father: a real estate investor, and her mother: a prominent art dealer. old money - they say she is - but she had never cared for status as a child.

her father’s love was strong - albeit hardly at home - and her mother had laughter pressed into sunlight. childhood (filled with cashmere and lilac fumes) was warm but fleeting. and before long she was sent overseas.

all nighters and terrible instant coffee - the world clicked into place when she found her passion in college. she left new york, returning home with a degree in fashion and an internship under her belt.

instead of starting her own brand, she found herself sucked into seoul’s social scene, attending numerous charity events, galas and openings (how her heart would soar in glamour!).

image is everything - ( it’s an illusion. it’s all a game) and social media fame followed as she constructed herself perfection. hence began her rise; now a socialite and style queen. she is a familiar face at fashion week and works every now and then in editorial styling.

dedicated to her work, nara always puts her all into a project if she believes in it. is incredibly attentive to details and determined to execute her vision perfectly.

is a social butterfly, but finds it hard to cross the wall guarding her heart. a lover of the arts since young, she is one of hoft’s donors, an ardent supporter, and can always be found supporting up-and-coming artists.

one fateful (or rather, unfortunate) evening, she found herself drunkenly enamoured with a dark haired stranger, sharing more than words as they made their way to his hotel room. but they never saw the flashes and lenses pointed their way.

sungjoon was nothing more than an almost hook-up but lady luck must favour her - for one thing led to another (reputation is everything – a domino effect) and mr stranger’s ring ended up on her finger.

a new home, a new life - her world turned upside down, now wife to a politician’s stepson. but things have never felt lonelier ( how do you beat this hollow heart ? ) .

DECEMBER 2013

sometimes she dreams in minor chords, blues and half light. she dreams of home – of her mother’s pat juk, her smile sweet like blossoms and honey. of the han river, of picking apples in the orchard, of that one mozart sonata her father loves so much.

other times she dreams of seconds blurring into years, of the green-blue crashing against shore, diving into the wreck. a cathedral of deadbolts in ruins, she feels herself stepping backwards.

perched on an armchair, there’s hesitation before she reaches for her phone.

( sms → 아빠 ) i’m coming home next week. will you be in seoul?

these days there’s a rustling impatience in her veins – an itch. she dreams of it in rose colours, a morbid fairytale like ophelia, save the mad girl’s flowers, floating in the river with lace up miu mius. but home is home for a reason, no matter how much she wants to stay here.

her phone lights up: send me your flight number. i’ll have the driver pick you up.

g minor mozart plays from the stereo. somewhere outside the red sun sets, somewhere outside it’s the sun that swallows the sky.

MAY 2017

13 missed calls from her mother.

20 missed calls from her father.

the telephone rings in the background but she pays it no heed, gaze still stuck to her screen. the colour leaves her face when she sees the blurry but undeniable images of her and him. she remembers it clear as day when she laughed and stumbled up to his room. but this… who had taken them? and why release it now, after all these months?

( nothing is by chance. )

she picks up the phone: 아버지, it’s not as it seems —

( somewhere, her vase of roses wilts )

JULY 2017

nara dangles a bare foot from the balcony, a glass of liquid sin in hand, red-soled heels abandoned. the chatter and buzz from inside seeps into the open air (like the scent of jasmine flowers she loves so much), tainting it with muted excitement and the sense of beginnings. she turns, back to the balcony railing as she downs her glass in one go, gaze flittering to the occasion inside. new paintings adorn the familiar walls of hoft, portraits’ eyes following the moves of new and old guests alike. her gaze, however, is fixed to one figure who had suddenly became her other half.

this world is filled with saints and sinners ( wolf eats wolf, darling ), and there are those who hide behind fendi fur coats and shades of red lipstick. perhaps she is no different - the world lay before her for her choosing, and she had stuck by vanity’s side for selfish gains. yet here she is hiding away from the crowds ( oh reprieve, how utterly out of character for her! ), avoiding the same prying questions and congratulations thrown her way. the ring sits heavy on her finger - foreign and unfamiliar - unwelcome like the lick of a ruler on bare wrist. it became monotonous to hold the same fake smile, repeat the same gratitude… yet in this world where image is everything… the unfortunate union did play to her advantage just as her father predicted ( & not only for her ).

( play the game, don’t let the game play you. )

she finds herself slipping back inside, heels clicking against the floor as she makes her way through the eclectic crowd. sungjoon stands next to the canapés and champagne, conversing with ladies in leather and vintage dior - she, the very image of casual grace as she strides to his side, slipping her hand into his, a practised smile curving red lips. “enjoying yourself?” she murmurs, vowels soft like a caress.

“behave,” sungjoon hisses beneath his breath as she presses a kiss to his cheek, too close for comfort.

“i am. everyone’s watching,” she says through clenched teeth, diamond ring glinting in the light. she draws away, grinning and speaks to him with all the sweetness in the world ( like honeycombs, liquid gold and infinite tenderness, like everything she ever wanted but couldn’t have ), “let’s go home baby.” only he could hear the arsenic laced beneath.

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hope this isn't a dumb question but i was wondering if you could elaborate on what exactly musicians would collab with complex for? i have a musician muse in mind sorta but i'm confused on how to integrate them with the magazine???

hey! not at all bbe~ i used “collabs” for that page as a sort of umbrella term (also because lol i was trying to name it) but basically any artist featured in COMPLEX would’ve most likely had an interview with the mag. you can always go deeper and make some type of collaboration (COMPLEX x the musician x an art/ fashion show) if you’d like to. as long as they’ve been featured and/or collab’d with the mag for at least one project it’s all fair game seeing as apart from the magazine, we are slice-of-life! hope i didn’t confuse you any further…. thanks for the question!

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EXPIRED RESERVE

kim ahyoung (yura) → girl’s day lee jieun (iu) → soloist son naeun → apink (intern)

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kwon saem → model yoon seonah → model

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kwon hyunbin → model lee taeyong → nct

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lim sungbin (beenzino) → rapper

APPLICATIONS

park jihye → model → designer; syjs

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how many issues of complex have come out slash is it an annual/bimonthly/weekly/?? publication or does it take advantage of its online platform and take on more of a blog style with a couple posts made every day?

look @ u nonnie asking the hard-hitting questions haha~ since the HQ was founded in 2010 there have been about 84~ issues as they come out on a monthly basis. there may be more content that comes out monthly on their youtube channel (think: i-D’s youtube channel), but that would be once a week at most. hope this answered your question!

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mizuhara is spelled incorrectly on the master list!

#woops! thanks nonnie~ fixed + updated

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EXPIRED RESERVE

fernanda ly → model

RESERVED UNTIL 08.01

kim ahyoung (yura) → girl’s day lee jieun (iu) → soloist son naeun → apink (intern)

RESERVED UNTIL 08.02

kwon saem → model yoon seonah → model

APPLICATIONS

park jihye → model → designer; syjs

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hey!!!!!!! would you mind making a page with taken faceclaims?

hello 😙 we actually do have one! you can find the masterlist at: complexmag.tumblr.com/directory