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 Beyoncé, 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 Beyoncé, 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




NYFW SS18 Photo Diary (2 of 2)

September 15, 2017



















Growing up does a few things to you. Personally, those few things include a palate for olives especially in a stiff martini, 3-inch block heels, binging food documentaries, and gaining a ton of valuable lessons only a few a few bumps and turns can provide. In the last NYFW Photo Diary (1 of 2), I said that I was doing it differently this year. I want to reveal a bit more insight than just that vague sentence I underwhelmingly crafted together. Whoops, I think I just made up the word “underwhelmingly."

Women grow up thinking they need to be with someone. With friends. With a man. With family. We’re very rarely taught to be autonomous. We’re told to have friends, to be in a group, to deal with petty bullshit to obtain the feeling of inclusion. Quantity feels more significant than quality. This piece of wisdom probably came to most people right after college. And let me tell you, wisdom is a process for sure. So I took this NYFW more solo, but don’t be mistaken, it wasn’t entirely solo. Those I did hung out with were pure gold. Unicorns of their kind. Quality friendships like no other. And it felt easy. And light. And it was in the moment. No expectations, no pressure. And I believe that no pressure starts at the core. It starts with me. So again, I find myself circling back to “me.” I adopted a self-care attitude and threw away this notion of FOMO that at times, were very detrimental to my better decision-making skills. How did I practice self-care during NYFW? It’s quite simple actually. Whenever I was commuting from one show to another whether it was in an Uber, on a train, or walking ferociously, it was MY moment. I took deep breaths and pretty vocal sighs. I would retire my phone for a few minutes. And go to this metaphorical empty box in my mind and turn off. Then I tell myself I’m a badass bitch and I’m going to own this shit so go, go, go, go! I drank less, only sipping cocktails or champagne in the evening and limited myself to 2 (maybe 3) max. I said no often. And I chose food. Yes, I chose food over fashion.

And it seems silly, but it truly helps. And I guess this truly means that my priorities are changing. Or that I’m getting older. Either way, I’m absolutely okay with that. And with myself.

Outfit 1

Outfit 2
Coat - Vintage



September 15, 2017
Growing up does a few things to you. Personally, those few things include a palate for olives especially in a stiff martini, 3-inch block heels, binging food documentaries, and gaining a ton of valuable lessons only a few a few bumps and turns can provide. In the last NYFW Photo Diary (1 of 2), I said that I was doing it differently this year. I want to reveal a bit more insight than just that vague sentence I underwhelmingly crafted together. …


















Growing up does a few things to you. Personally, those few things include a palate for olives especially in a stiff martini, 3-inch block heels, binging food documentaries, and gaining a ton of valuable lessons only a few a few bumps and turns can provide. In the last NYFW Photo Diary (1 of 2), I said that I was doing it differently this year. I want to reveal a bit more insight than just that vague sentence I underwhelmingly crafted together. Whoops, I think I just made up the word “underwhelmingly."

Women grow up thinking they need to be with someone. With friends. With a man. With family. We’re very rarely taught to be autonomous. We’re told to have friends, to be in a group, to deal with petty bullshit to obtain the feeling of inclusion. Quantity feels more significant than quality. This piece of wisdom probably came to most people right after college. And let me tell you, wisdom is a process for sure. So I took this NYFW more solo, but don’t be mistaken, it wasn’t entirely solo. Those I did hung out with were pure gold. Unicorns of their kind. Quality friendships like no other. And it felt easy. And light. And it was in the moment. No expectations, no pressure. And I believe that no pressure starts at the core. It starts with me. So again, I find myself circling back to “me.” I adopted a self-care attitude and threw away this notion of FOMO that at times, were very detrimental to my better decision-making skills. How did I practice self-care during NYFW? It’s quite simple actually. Whenever I was commuting from one show to another whether it was in an Uber, on a train, or walking ferociously, it was MY moment. I took deep breaths and pretty vocal sighs. I would retire my phone for a few minutes. And go to this metaphorical empty box in my mind and turn off. Then I tell myself I’m a badass bitch and I’m going to own this shit so go, go, go, go! I drank less, only sipping cocktails or champagne in the evening and limited myself to 2 (maybe 3) max. I said no often. And I chose food. Yes, I chose food over fashion.

And it seems silly, but it truly helps. And I guess this truly means that my priorities are changing. Or that I’m getting older. Either way, I’m absolutely okay with that. And with myself.

Outfit 1

Outfit 2
Coat - Vintage



NYFW SS18 Photo Diary (1 of 2)

September 12, 2017



























I’ve been doing New York Fashion Week for over 4 years now. And somehow, I am still experiencing firsts, like going backstage for the very first time and it being a phenomenal designer like Bibhu Mohapatra with Preciosa. Not only that, I still manage to always do each NYFW a little different. This year, I was able to do it with much autonomy and lots of breathing exercises slash “me-time” in between shows.  And I was able to do it with some of the most amazing people—some new faces, old faces, and well, my man’s face. All of which lies transparently on my Instagram story and lucky for me, they expire…forever. This is one time out of the year where I can see all my fashion friends all at once. And we’re taking full advantage.

One night over endless cocktails and house tunes, my friends and I have a reached a unanimous consensus that this is the CRAZIEST NYFW yet. So just an indication of how absolutely insane this Fashion Week, my right ankle is swollen and I can’t feel my legs (heels and too much sprinting between shows). I always said I needed to do more cardio. What a perfect opp. Along with the rare cardio I’m getting, I’ve been receiving an eyeful of style inspiration. These collections I see mix femme and raw, street elements seamlessly. I’m excited to see what else I’ll be seeing on the runway and on the street.  Because let’s face it, street style is always more appealing to me than dressed up theatrics.

Stay tuned for Part 2. 



September 12, 2017
I’ve been doing New York Fashion Week for over 4 years now. And somehow, I am still experiencing firsts, like going backstage for the very first time and it being a phenomenal designer like Bibhu Mohapatra with Preciosa. Not only that, I still manage to always do each NYFW a little different. This year, I was able to do it with much autonomy and lots of breathing exercises slash “me-time” in between shows.  And I was able to do it with some of …


























I’ve been doing New York Fashion Week for over 4 years now. And somehow, I am still experiencing firsts, like going backstage for the very first time and it being a phenomenal designer like Bibhu Mohapatra with Preciosa. Not only that, I still manage to always do each NYFW a little different. This year, I was able to do it with much autonomy and lots of breathing exercises slash “me-time” in between shows.  And I was able to do it with some of the most amazing people—some new faces, old faces, and well, my man’s face. All of which lies transparently on my Instagram story and lucky for me, they expire…forever. This is one time out of the year where I can see all my fashion friends all at once. And we’re taking full advantage.

One night over endless cocktails and house tunes, my friends and I have a reached a unanimous consensus that this is the CRAZIEST NYFW yet. So just an indication of how absolutely insane this Fashion Week, my right ankle is swollen and I can’t feel my legs (heels and too much sprinting between shows). I always said I needed to do more cardio. What a perfect opp. Along with the rare cardio I’m getting, I’ve been receiving an eyeful of style inspiration. These collections I see mix femme and raw, street elements seamlessly. I’m excited to see what else I’ll be seeing on the runway and on the street.  Because let’s face it, street style is always more appealing to me than dressed up theatrics.

Stay tuned for Part 2. 



Hotel Saratoga

September 6, 2017













How can I possibly go wrong when two of my favorite human beings –Beyoncé and Rihanna –also chose Hotel Saratoga when they came to Cuba? I mean, the choice seemed obvious, didn’t it. Too obvious.

I'm a sucker for details, for thoughtfully crafted experiences. Saratoga seemed to just get me. Like in my past life, I created Saratoga (and of course, I was Cuban). With their Cuban Art Deco vibes, unlimited wifi (which is absolutely rare in Cuba), a rooftop pool, important necessities at our fingertips: currency exchange, easy access to taxis and car rental, being located in the heart of Old Havana, having some of the friendliest staff, serving some of the best cafe con leche and Cuban sandwiches, and oh my god, the gorgeous bathroom. Each room seems well thought out for our comfort. They're equipped with a mini bar, toiletries like a pair of toothbrushes and toothpastes, a pair of soap, yes, even a pair of shampoo, bath bombs, everything in twos except the bottle of women perfume placed in the center of the toiletry stand. How cute, they care about my stench. I smelled like Cuban flowers and church. And I strangely liked it. Blend in with your surrounding, am I right? The only complaint I would have is how absolutely quiet this hotel is, which really isn’t a complaint at all. If you’re looking for something lit several floors below your room, this is not the place. There were any evenings where I went down to the lobby and listened to a live pianist while everyone sipped on daiquiris and mojitos. I enjoyed that.

So would I recommend this hotel? Yes, in a heartbeat! We really felt like the best versions of ourselves in Saratoga. It made the transition from what we knew back home to the full Cuban experience very smooth. It’s also a very entrepreneur-friendly place (because a girl gottaaa work).


Hotel Saratoga
Paseo de Martí, La Habana, Cuba

Images by Pedro Angel Morales & Lynn Kim Do



September 6, 2017
How can I possibly go wrong when two of my favorite human beings –Beyoncé and Rihanna –also chose Hotel Saratoga when they came to Cuba? I mean, the choice seemed obvious, didn’t it. Too obvious. I'm a sucker for details, for thoughtfully crafted experiences. Saratoga seemed to just get me. Like in my past life, I created Saratoga (and of course, I was Cuban). With their Cuban Art Deco vibes, unlimited wifi (which is absolutely rare in Cuba…












How can I possibly go wrong when two of my favorite human beings –Beyoncé and Rihanna –also chose Hotel Saratoga when they came to Cuba? I mean, the choice seemed obvious, didn’t it. Too obvious.

I'm a sucker for details, for thoughtfully crafted experiences. Saratoga seemed to just get me. Like in my past life, I created Saratoga (and of course, I was Cuban). With their Cuban Art Deco vibes, unlimited wifi (which is absolutely rare in Cuba), a rooftop pool, important necessities at our fingertips: currency exchange, easy access to taxis and car rental, being located in the heart of Old Havana, having some of the friendliest staff, serving some of the best cafe con leche and Cuban sandwiches, and oh my god, the gorgeous bathroom. Each room seems well thought out for our comfort. They're equipped with a mini bar, toiletries like a pair of toothbrushes and toothpastes, a pair of soap, yes, even a pair of shampoo, bath bombs, everything in twos except the bottle of women perfume placed in the center of the toiletry stand. How cute, they care about my stench. I smelled like Cuban flowers and church. And I strangely liked it. Blend in with your surrounding, am I right? The only complaint I would have is how absolutely quiet this hotel is, which really isn’t a complaint at all. If you’re looking for something lit several floors below your room, this is not the place. There were any evenings where I went down to the lobby and listened to a live pianist while everyone sipped on daiquiris and mojitos. I enjoyed that.

So would I recommend this hotel? Yes, in a heartbeat! We really felt like the best versions of ourselves in Saratoga. It made the transition from what we knew back home to the full Cuban experience very smooth. It’s also a very entrepreneur-friendly place (because a girl gottaaa work).


Hotel Saratoga
Paseo de Martí, La Habana, Cuba

Images by Pedro Angel Morales & Lynn Kim Do