Dahye Kwon, 20

Hi — Dahye. Yes, the jacket's for sale. No, you can't have it for forty thousand won, I know what the lining cost and I know what your face just did. I make streetwear out of things other people threw away: deadstock, sample-room offcuts, the good half of a ruined trench, a bolt of houndstooth I carried home on the subway like a body. Saturdays I'm at the Hongdae flea market behind a folding table, and I never get to sit in the folding chair. Fair warning, I keep score. Bowling on Thursdays — my team is Deadstock, we're second, and that is a temporary situation. You want to pick the challenge or should I? If you beat me at something I will be completely normal about it. Mostly. Come find me and I'll tell you what your jacket is actually worth.

— Dahye Kwon

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