Got Steak?

October 16, 2017

















Miguel said it best, “I know she vegan, but she want the steak tonight.” LOL forgive me for that corny bit, I couldn’t help myself. 

Recently, I had the pleasure of picking apart the mind behind a new concept shop based in Uptown New York. Everyone has their vices, amirite? Mine are french fries and ice cream, but not exclusively together. For Diti — owner of MRFU, it’s a good piece of steak. Steak and fashion? Weird mix? Well not to people who can't fathom to move their imagination beyond a fixed box. MRFU brings the customer service and experience of a steakhouse to apparel and consumer shopping. I know I’m picky with my meat, just as picky as I am with what I buy. So this is a very interesting take on retail. What I do appreciate about this brand is how genuine Diti is to his roots. He’s raised Uptown and he’s going to serve Uptown and represent Uptown. Unlike the very common story: a rich old White dude in a suit who thinks “Uptown” is trendy and so he buys a building, sets up shop, uses the people around the neighborhood, and sell an idea he has no concept or reality of to people. MRFU is actually real. No if, ands, or buts. 


So what’s my conclusion? Give them a shot. Keep them on the radar for their opening in 2018. I have a feeling, it’s going to be rad. 

Tops c/o MRFW
Images by Johnny Utah


October 16, 2017
Miguel said it best, “I know she vegan, but she want the steak tonight.” LOL forgive me for that corny bit, I couldn’t help myself. Recently, I had the pleasure of picking apart the mind behind a new concept shop based in Uptown New York. Everyone has their vices, amirite? Mine are french fries and ice cream, but not exclusively together. For Diti — owner of MRFU , it’s a good piece of steak. Steak and fashion? Weird mix? Well not to people who ca…
















Miguel said it best, “I know she vegan, but she want the steak tonight.” LOL forgive me for that corny bit, I couldn’t help myself. 

Recently, I had the pleasure of picking apart the mind behind a new concept shop based in Uptown New York. Everyone has their vices, amirite? Mine are french fries and ice cream, but not exclusively together. For Diti — owner of MRFU, it’s a good piece of steak. Steak and fashion? Weird mix? Well not to people who can't fathom to move their imagination beyond a fixed box. MRFU brings the customer service and experience of a steakhouse to apparel and consumer shopping. I know I’m picky with my meat, just as picky as I am with what I buy. So this is a very interesting take on retail. What I do appreciate about this brand is how genuine Diti is to his roots. He’s raised Uptown and he’s going to serve Uptown and represent Uptown. Unlike the very common story: a rich old White dude in a suit who thinks “Uptown” is trendy and so he buys a building, sets up shop, uses the people around the neighborhood, and sell an idea he has no concept or reality of to people. MRFU is actually real. No if, ands, or buts. 


So what’s my conclusion? Give them a shot. Keep them on the radar for their opening in 2018. I have a feeling, it’s going to be rad. 

Tops c/o MRFW
Images by Johnny Utah


My Birthday Staycation | Arlo Nomad

October 12, 2017















26 years old and I have zero, absolutely nothing to complain about, no problems, zero regrets and ill-thoughts. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy, in fact. And maybe that’s it—the real gift of age is genuine contentment that often foams over the edge in euphoria (this is if my life is like a cappuccino, I guess).

At my 25 years celebration, I played it safe. I spent my midnight countdown watching Adams Family and piling pizza into my mouth in the safe company of my boyfriend and roommate. On the weekend, I celebrated over a few drinks with some amiga/os and then stumbled over to a small intimate karaoke session. Which was amazing, and there is nothing wrong with how that was being celebrated, but if you know me or have even met me in passing, I am not a chill celebrator. “Lit Lynn” came to existence for a reason. But I chose to be anything but, being “Chill Lynn” instead. No one even threw up on my birthday! Unacceptable. Maybe it was my way of obtaining any sense of control because time is the one concept no one ever has control in. In 2016, I was a quarter century in and I had more doubts than ever. Now in 2017, 12 whole months later, I feel yet one giant leap closer to myself. My true self. I hope I haven’t lost you, yet, here. I guess what I'm saying is that I feel at home in my own skin and in my own brain. I’ve set up shop and came to fall in love with the wallpaper of my mind and the furniture of my soul. And at 26 years old, as of today, I will to celebrate it and myself like the true Lynn would celebrate herself. EXTRA AF.

So here I am, at Arlo Nomad with my fellow Libran and best friend. What better way to celebrate the anniversary of our first breaths than a mini Staycation in the best city in the world. We deserve to be pampered. To play hooky from work. And to actually enjoy the smaller moments a bit more freely and with little self-guilt. We cuddled in bed. We drank their wine. Ate their snacks. And their thick dish pizza. Their 24/7 “Bodega” near the front desk had some of the best premium snacks (and childhood goodies, like Goldfishes and Skittles). Oh and if you’re a better human than me, they have amazing fitness classes available each day throughout the day. None of which I participated in, all of which I DID think about participating in. Arlo even gave us a reason to visit their partner, Blind Barber in East Village (a speakeasy), and we had a first round of cocktails ON THEM. Yes, free-nighty-nine. Every morning and every single night, we woke up to the most impeccable view of New York City. And when we wanted an even better view (I mean…what?), we went to the tippy top of the hotel and we clinked our glasses to one of the best rooftop views in Manhattan.

I have a whole weekend filled with Tequila and misfit awaiting me. And a surprise trip in two weeks…
It’s safe to say, I don’t think I’m ever going to let “Lit Lynn” down.

Arlo Nomad
 11 E 31st St, New York, NY 10016
https://www.arlohotels.com/arlo-nomad

Pro: 
Amazing Location
Aesthetically Beautiful Space
Complimentary Bike Rental 
Great Food & Drinks
Impeccable Views

Con:
Small (But Quaint) Room

Images by Daniela Spector
26 years old and I have zero, absolutely nothing to complain about, no problems, zero regrets and ill-thoughts. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy, in fact. And maybe that’s it—the real gift of age is genuine contentment that often foams over the edge in euphoria (this is if my life is like a cappuccino, I guess). At my 25 years celebration, I played it safe. I spent my midnight countdown watching Adams Family and piling pizza into my mo…














26 years old and I have zero, absolutely nothing to complain about, no problems, zero regrets and ill-thoughts. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy, in fact. And maybe that’s it—the real gift of age is genuine contentment that often foams over the edge in euphoria (this is if my life is like a cappuccino, I guess).

At my 25 years celebration, I played it safe. I spent my midnight countdown watching Adams Family and piling pizza into my mouth in the safe company of my boyfriend and roommate. On the weekend, I celebrated over a few drinks with some amiga/os and then stumbled over to a small intimate karaoke session. Which was amazing, and there is nothing wrong with how that was being celebrated, but if you know me or have even met me in passing, I am not a chill celebrator. “Lit Lynn” came to existence for a reason. But I chose to be anything but, being “Chill Lynn” instead. No one even threw up on my birthday! Unacceptable. Maybe it was my way of obtaining any sense of control because time is the one concept no one ever has control in. In 2016, I was a quarter century in and I had more doubts than ever. Now in 2017, 12 whole months later, I feel yet one giant leap closer to myself. My true self. I hope I haven’t lost you, yet, here. I guess what I'm saying is that I feel at home in my own skin and in my own brain. I’ve set up shop and came to fall in love with the wallpaper of my mind and the furniture of my soul. And at 26 years old, as of today, I will to celebrate it and myself like the true Lynn would celebrate herself. EXTRA AF.

So here I am, at Arlo Nomad with my fellow Libran and best friend. What better way to celebrate the anniversary of our first breaths than a mini Staycation in the best city in the world. We deserve to be pampered. To play hooky from work. And to actually enjoy the smaller moments a bit more freely and with little self-guilt. We cuddled in bed. We drank their wine. Ate their snacks. And their thick dish pizza. Their 24/7 “Bodega” near the front desk had some of the best premium snacks (and childhood goodies, like Goldfishes and Skittles). Oh and if you’re a better human than me, they have amazing fitness classes available each day throughout the day. None of which I participated in, all of which I DID think about participating in. Arlo even gave us a reason to visit their partner, Blind Barber in East Village (a speakeasy), and we had a first round of cocktails ON THEM. Yes, free-nighty-nine. Every morning and every single night, we woke up to the most impeccable view of New York City. And when we wanted an even better view (I mean…what?), we went to the tippy top of the hotel and we clinked our glasses to one of the best rooftop views in Manhattan.

I have a whole weekend filled with Tequila and misfit awaiting me. And a surprise trip in two weeks…
It’s safe to say, I don’t think I’m ever going to let “Lit Lynn” down.

Arlo Nomad
 11 E 31st St, New York, NY 10016
https://www.arlohotels.com/arlo-nomad

Pro: 
Amazing Location
Aesthetically Beautiful Space
Complimentary Bike Rental 
Great Food & Drinks
Impeccable Views

Con:
Small (But Quaint) Room

Images by Daniela Spector

Review | Waso by Shiseido

September 26, 2017








Don’t put anything on your body that you wouldn’t put in your body. I never fully understood that until I creeped towards a quarter century of my existence. Yes, turning 25 years old means that ignorance and recklessness will ABSOLUTELY show on your face. Personally, that appeared in dry patches, oily t-zone, occasional breakouts, and more frequent whiteheads. You can imagine my horror. I couldn’t pull off the “drink so much that I wake up with the same full face of makeup and whatever is left over on my pillow” anymore. There were consequences. And I couldn’t deal. I had to make a change. I began experimenting, even living in this idea that maybe there were shortcuts, 2 in 1, or even cheaper alternatives where price overweighted quality. But the fact is that there are no shortcuts. And some things are worth the price, especially skin care. But not everything needs to cost an arm and a leg to achieve that glow. This is when I was introduced to Waso by Shiseido.

It’s ironic because my mom lives and swears by Shiseido. And stubborn me (still living in that 18 years old world) always felt like my mom’s opinion was irrelevant because we had different needs. Aka I’m clearly just rejecting the idea of growing “old”. But here’s a better well know phrase many of us also know too well — “momma knows best.” So Shiseido rolls around and creates a collection called Waso just for those with the very same mentality as me and my peers. I care about things like waste. I care about what’s inside the bottle. I care about simplicity. I care about results. And I also care about what the packaging looks like. Essentially, I care about everything. So Waso comes in and fulfills all of those things. Too good to be true, right? Well, it is good. And it’s quite true. It’s minimal. It’s self explanatory. It’s quality. And it works.

My review:
Waso astonished me in it’s results and ease. It was very natural to incorporate into my daily routine. My dry patches have cleared up and my acne has reduced tremendously. Consistency is definitely key. I also have sensitive skin and it never irritated me. I use it day and night, sometimes more if I go to the gym. (I always take my makeup before the gym and put on a light moisturizer.)

How to use:
Cleanse your face with Quick Gentle Cleanser made with oil-free honey. Then apply the Fresh Jelly Lotion which acts like a hydrating toner. Let it sit for a few seconds and apply a serum, I use the Glow Revival Serum, which will really change your life. Lock in all that goodness with Clear Mega-Hydrating Cream. Fun fact: you can use the Clear Mega-Hydrating Cream over your makeup throughout the day, too.

Skincare c/o Waso by Shiseido
Images by Pedro Angel Morales

September 26, 2017
Don’t put anything on your body that you wouldn’t put in your body. I never fully understood that until I creeped towards a quarter century of my existence. Yes, turning 25 years old means that ignorance and recklessness will ABSOLUTELY show on your face. Personally, that appeared in dry patches, oily t-zone, occasional breakouts, and more frequent whiteheads. You can imagine my horror. I couldn’t pull off the “drink so much that I wake up with …







Don’t put anything on your body that you wouldn’t put in your body. I never fully understood that until I creeped towards a quarter century of my existence. Yes, turning 25 years old means that ignorance and recklessness will ABSOLUTELY show on your face. Personally, that appeared in dry patches, oily t-zone, occasional breakouts, and more frequent whiteheads. You can imagine my horror. I couldn’t pull off the “drink so much that I wake up with the same full face of makeup and whatever is left over on my pillow” anymore. There were consequences. And I couldn’t deal. I had to make a change. I began experimenting, even living in this idea that maybe there were shortcuts, 2 in 1, or even cheaper alternatives where price overweighted quality. But the fact is that there are no shortcuts. And some things are worth the price, especially skin care. But not everything needs to cost an arm and a leg to achieve that glow. This is when I was introduced to Waso by Shiseido.

It’s ironic because my mom lives and swears by Shiseido. And stubborn me (still living in that 18 years old world) always felt like my mom’s opinion was irrelevant because we had different needs. Aka I’m clearly just rejecting the idea of growing “old”. But here’s a better well know phrase many of us also know too well — “momma knows best.” So Shiseido rolls around and creates a collection called Waso just for those with the very same mentality as me and my peers. I care about things like waste. I care about what’s inside the bottle. I care about simplicity. I care about results. And I also care about what the packaging looks like. Essentially, I care about everything. So Waso comes in and fulfills all of those things. Too good to be true, right? Well, it is good. And it’s quite true. It’s minimal. It’s self explanatory. It’s quality. And it works.

My review:
Waso astonished me in it’s results and ease. It was very natural to incorporate into my daily routine. My dry patches have cleared up and my acne has reduced tremendously. Consistency is definitely key. I also have sensitive skin and it never irritated me. I use it day and night, sometimes more if I go to the gym. (I always take my makeup before the gym and put on a light moisturizer.)

How to use:
Cleanse your face with Quick Gentle Cleanser made with oil-free honey. Then apply the Fresh Jelly Lotion which acts like a hydrating toner. Let it sit for a few seconds and apply a serum, I use the Glow Revival Serum, which will really change your life. Lock in all that goodness with Clear Mega-Hydrating Cream. Fun fact: you can use the Clear Mega-Hydrating Cream over your makeup throughout the day, too.

Skincare c/o Waso by Shiseido
Images by Pedro Angel Morales

Eating My Way Thru NOLA

September 22, 2017



















New Orleans is an anomaly. That's the only way I can describe it. It screams liberal in a state that's anything but liberal. It embraces every shadow, dark corner, and indulgence. Not only does it embrace it, it celebrates it. Voodoo. Alcohol. Music. Skin. And it makes you question your own morality compass. Maybe it'll even encourage you to adjust it a bit.

Purple, green, and gold rays of yellow decorate every patio of every building. The same patio that holds the French inspired table that holds your beignet and coffee up as you bare a yawn that brings consciousness closer is also the same patio that your neighbors hovers over on Bourbon St where flesh and booze flows freely. Freely is an understatement. It's a flood in that street. Of people. Of hand grenades. Of beads. Of bout-to-get-hitched. Nearby music plays on Frenchman St. Makeshift street bands that moves your soul play alongside venues with just as talented jazz performers. Hop in. Hop out. Feet and hips are guaranteed to move. Of all ages, colors, and sizes. And spirits, perhaps. Enjoying with us when they abandon their homes for awhile. Or maybe their home is Lafayette Cemetery where tours are done every evening until 3pm. Home of generations of corpse and missing teeth. Which lie only several feet away from BeyoncĂ©, and all the other celebrity homes in the Garden District. And let's take a moment to thank the food gods for giving a home to the perfect combination of spices, seafood, and tang that only exist in New Orleans. Gumbo, etouffee, crawfish, oysters, po'boys, and lastly, the perfect ending to any and every meal—a perfectly fried dough and topped with a generous mountain of powdered sugar. The beignet. Which leads me to a list every person should have if they expect NOLA in their near future.

Where To Eat In NOLA
1. Brunch at Sylvain (pictured above) 
2. Turtle Soup, Banana Souffle, and pretty much anything at Brennan's (pictured above)
3. Gumbo and Daiquiri at Gumbo Shop (pictured above)
4. Grilled Oysters at Acme Oyster House
5. Tasting Menu Dinner at Commander's Palace
6. Beignet and Cafe Au Lait at Cafe Du Monde (pictured above)

Images by Lynn Kim Do & Mai Nguyen




September 22, 2017
New Orleans is an anomaly. That's the only way I can describe it. It screams liberal in a state that's anything but liberal. It embraces every shadow, dark corner, and indulgence. Not only does it embrace it, it celebrates it. Voodoo. Alcohol. Music. Skin. And it makes you question your own morality compass. Maybe it'll even encourage you to adjust it a bit. Purple, green, and gold rays of yellow decorate every patio of every buildi…


















New Orleans is an anomaly. That's the only way I can describe it. It screams liberal in a state that's anything but liberal. It embraces every shadow, dark corner, and indulgence. Not only does it embrace it, it celebrates it. Voodoo. Alcohol. Music. Skin. And it makes you question your own morality compass. Maybe it'll even encourage you to adjust it a bit.

Purple, green, and gold rays of yellow decorate every patio of every building. The same patio that holds the French inspired table that holds your beignet and coffee up as you bare a yawn that brings consciousness closer is also the same patio that your neighbors hovers over on Bourbon St where flesh and booze flows freely. Freely is an understatement. It's a flood in that street. Of people. Of hand grenades. Of beads. Of bout-to-get-hitched. Nearby music plays on Frenchman St. Makeshift street bands that moves your soul play alongside venues with just as talented jazz performers. Hop in. Hop out. Feet and hips are guaranteed to move. Of all ages, colors, and sizes. And spirits, perhaps. Enjoying with us when they abandon their homes for awhile. Or maybe their home is Lafayette Cemetery where tours are done every evening until 3pm. Home of generations of corpse and missing teeth. Which lie only several feet away from BeyoncĂ©, and all the other celebrity homes in the Garden District. And let's take a moment to thank the food gods for giving a home to the perfect combination of spices, seafood, and tang that only exist in New Orleans. Gumbo, etouffee, crawfish, oysters, po'boys, and lastly, the perfect ending to any and every meal—a perfectly fried dough and topped with a generous mountain of powdered sugar. The beignet. Which leads me to a list every person should have if they expect NOLA in their near future.

Where To Eat In NOLA
1. Brunch at Sylvain (pictured above) 
2. Turtle Soup, Banana Souffle, and pretty much anything at Brennan's (pictured above)
3. Gumbo and Daiquiri at Gumbo Shop (pictured above)
4. Grilled Oysters at Acme Oyster House
5. Tasting Menu Dinner at Commander's Palace
6. Beignet and Cafe Au Lait at Cafe Du Monde (pictured above)

Images by Lynn Kim Do & Mai Nguyen