This was the beginning.

Not yet a platform. Not yet an archive. Just a girl with a camera, drawn to the way students showed up—dressed in feeling, in color, in care.They are not just photos. They are fragments of becoming.

This is where The Hemline first arrived—in hallways, in sunlight, in soft intention.

A Letter to Those Who Let Me See Them

To the ones who paused for a photo,
who let me capture the way sunlight hit your jacket,
the rings on your fingers,
the quiet fire in your eyes, thank you.

You didn’t know me.
I was just a girl with a camera and a question.
But you said yes.
You let yourself be seen.
You let yourself be, unfiltered, unshaped, unafraid.

Maybe it was just a moment to you.
But to me? It was a blueprint.
A soft confirmation that

brilliance doesn’t wait to be named,

it just walks across campus in boots and rings.
that style is story,
that softness and edge can live in the same frame.

The Hemline wouldn’t exist without your trust.
Your presence gave it breath.
Your image, your words, your yes,
they stitched the very beginning of this archive.

The Hemline is growing into a storytelling platform for women and youth—to hold our voices, our visions, and everything we’re still becoming. Thank you for helping shape its first breath.

This page is for you.
Always.

With deep care,
Diamond Smith

Founder, The Hemline

The Hemline


As Virginia Woolf once wrote in a letter inviting her friends to the countryside, Bring no clothes, here, it's just us. In the same way I encourage you to strip back the punitive structures of clothing, and all their symbolic implications. 

Beyond our respective titles and roles, here, it's just us here and joy lives in that exchange."

- Francesco Risso

The Hemline

The Hemline

Thank you for being part of this beginning.
Your presence, your style, your story—it all meant something.
With love, always.

—The Hemline