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    Lynn Kim Do

    Lynn Kim Do may be the first fashionista to define and coin the term Neckbreakin’ Style but she is certainly not the only person that this term encompasses. Lynn takes inspiration from the street, from the mundane and thus her extraordinary everyday experiences, and presents it rawly along with visuals and personal style. This is a platform beyond personal style. It is a space of personal experiences. Lynn Do creates a platform that curates her very honest, sometimes too honest, stories called "Street Talk" with style that is also uniquely raw. Having footprints all over the United States, her view of fashion can not be defined by one location or even one style except one - streetwear. She believes in minimal and clean streetwear without losing all the attitude and sass with it. Her visual and production expertise has accumulated many highly recognized repertoire of projects with clients like Revlon and Urban Outfitters. She has been featured on Nylon.com, The New York Times, and WWD to name a few. If you ask her though, her biggest personal achievement is surviving a year lease in a six floor walk-up NYC apartment.

    Why do you work hard? Why work to the bone? Why do you consciously choose not to sleep, to arrive early and leave late, to commit so presently and fully, to give your all in your job or gig or profession? Why? I mean, have you even ever had the chance to sit down and think about it?

    My soul has been working this question out for some time now. Logging in the hours, putting aside friendships and relationships, sacrificing sleep and comfort. For what? What’s the right intent? Why do that? I know why through a decade of experiencing, of taking every and all opportunities, soul fueling ones and random af ones, bad ones and good ones, the kinda hard work that led to burn outs and soul burns, years of wasted time and time giving back more than I can ever hope for. So let me lay it out if you ever catch yourself thinking about the same question I do. Here are three reasons why one should work so fully, so hard, so desperately:

    1. For the dream
    Have your dream or dreams been identified? Have you narrowed down the vision in this long and trialing and exhausting dream-journey? Even if you haven’t, are you in an honest pursuit?Personally, I’m always in pursuit. If you have some idea of your dream, even a speck of glimmer of what feels right in the dream vessel, then hard work comes naturally, instinctively, and willingly. Those hours and yawns and sweat feels full to your soul, just maybe not your wallet. But that’s okay. That’s perfectly fine. Because placing seeds for your dreams even if it’s free work or paid work in the pot of your passion is priceless. Work hard for that dream that keeps you awake at night, that gives you chills when you talk about it, that you know deep down will make that soul fueled.

    2. For the money
    We need to survive. I get that. I get that TOO well. I mean how can you get to the dream without a roof over your head, food to fuel your body and mind, experiences to build inspiration. That all requires money. Survival will lead one to work very hard. But I suggest you take a moment to identify that reason before you take the job. I do. Because money often times equals your self-worth. Calculate your worth. Divide that by your desperation to survive. Sometimes any pay is what you need, desperate to just stay afloat. Other times, you know that no money in the world is worth a job that degrades you, that does nothing for you, is morally questionable, AND doesn’t even pay well. Repeat after me—I am done chasing any money, but large money (unless it’s for “my” dream.) We are not in the business of building other people’s dream but our own.

    3. For myself
    There are times I accept a challenge just to be challenged. I will actively seek and take on an impossible gig just to prove to myself that I can do it. I want to prove to myself and myself only what my capabilities are. That I am hungry. That I am more than capable and worthy of the final dream and vision. Of the final prize. Cause I worked faithfully, endlessly, and surprisingly. People say it’s good to view your mortality. I find that equally helpful in your profession. I will agree to late nights and anxiety inducing gigs especially when the price isn’t worth it and is also inconvenient if “I” decide to do it. “I” find it to be of value to myself to show that I can do that selflessly for someone else. “I” find value in being a team player. For my own reputation, my won self-judgement. No one else.

    Love the one shoulder trend? Here are some of my favorite pieces and the entire outfit ideas 


    . July 17, 2018 .
    . July 9, 2018 .

    We come face to face with a lot of good stuff, bad stuff, and everything in between. We all know that life throws some shitty things at us. That’s probably why I throw a ton of great stuff on my face. Call it balance, baby.

    I am extremely particular about anything and everything I put on my face. In an obsessive way. Here is my skin profile: incredibly sensitive, oily t-zone, several dry patches, and prone to breakouts. Pretty much a mess. I say this because every skin is different and realize that websites that convince me that certain products work…don’t actually always work. So here is a list of face makes that I’ve personally tested myself and currently live by.


    Always moisturize after using detoxing or exfoliating face mask.
    Don’t be afraid to do two face masks in the evening. For instance, do a detox or clay mask and then a hydrating one.
    For acne, use the Caudalie - Instant Detox Mask, Ren Wake Wonderful Night Facial, and Sunday Riley Good Genes Treatment.
    In the airplane to lock in moisture, use Purlisse Green Tea + Vitamin C Brightening Sheet Mask, Shiseido Triple Task Masks Set, and MZ Skin Hydra-Lift Golden Facial Treatment Mask.
    For intense moisture, use Fresh Creme Ancienne Ultimate Nourishing Honey Mask. A life changer.


    . June 21, 2018 .

    Walking up to The Saint Austere, an intimate Italian Bistro, you will find yourself asking, "Am I in Williamsburg or Bushwick?" Or neither? Sure, technically it's Williamsburg but the street seems to suggest a time before Williamsburg became vomittingly gentrified. I was warmly greeted by the Pirolo brothers – Fabrizio first and then later, John. My boyfriend and I welcomed the flowing chatter about the neighborhood with the equally flowing wine and prosecco and then we made our way into the much-anticipated topic: their menu. They suggested we try some crowd pleasers like the Creamy Polenta and the Broccoli Rabe. We enthusiastically complied. We also ordered several more dishes under Fabrizio’s thoughtful guidance, like the Grilled Octopus, some homemade pastas like the Cavatelli and the Beet Mezzelini, and then the Mediterranean Branzino. And for dessert, the tiramisu. Okay, so we ordered way too much for two people, but everything looked so good and the Pirolo brothers was giving us “close family friend” vibes and we trusted our entire existence we them. Fabrizio left our table to punch in the order and I looked at Pedro thinking, "What have we done?" I mean, I guess all we could do was to mentally prepare our brains for the meal that we were about to embark on.

    And holy, holy, holy. I don’t think our mind could have ever prepared for all the tastiness we journeyed through. It was as if we were transported into Pirolo’s family dining table. I felt like I was personally being walked through their childhood. I am seriously NOT KIDDING or EXAGGERATING. I tasted the polenta that Fabrizio and John’s brother ate growing up as a child for breakfast. I chewed on the coffee shaved ice that their mother indulged in for dessert but in a sophisticated tiramisu form. The Tiramisu literally changed our lives. Forever. The entire meal was so mind-blowingly delectable that I can remember every single dish even weeks after this meal. And my boyfriend and I are STILL talking and dreaming about our experience at The Saint Austere. This is one restaurant that easily climbed to our top 5 restaurants in New York and thankfully it’s in Brooklyn near our very own neighborhood. Do yourself a favor and go. Go again and again and if you’re deciding the perfect evening to go, they have $10 pasta night on Thursdays. You’re very welcome.

    The Saint Austere
    613 Grand Street
    Brooklyn, NY 11211

    What To Order:
    Creamy Polenta,
    Broccoli Rabe,
    Mediterranean Branzino,
    Beet Mezzelune (for those on the adventurous side)
    Cavatelli (for meaty pasta lovers)
    But honestly, you can’t go wrong with anything on their menu. 

    Happy Hour Everyday 6-8PM on Food & Drinks
    $10 Pastas on Thursdays

    Perfect For:
    Impressing the Parents
    Date Night
    Catch Up Dates with Friends

    Top Williamsburg Dinner Favorites:
    Sunday In Brooklyn
    Llama Inn
    Marlow And Sons


    . June 13, 2018 .

    Looking at fear right in the face is helpful. Yeah. Sure. But if you really think about it, it’s truly one perspective. And let’s be honest, heading face to face with the monster can be quite horrifying and polarizing. Okay so, it’s much better than not looking at it all. But what if we took a look at it from the side, maybe even from the back. Give it a good 360. Then, I think it gives you an opportunity to ask – What about it ticks you? What about it makes you fearful? I mean, why can’t we humanize that shit. Watch it trip or fart or drink too much tequila and then throw up all over the bathroom.

    I figured that the best way for me to take a good look around my fear is by simply talking about it. Of course, it starts with admittance. I started saying “I am fearful.” And I started acting and speaking on the curiosity of the topic with those around me. It led me to see a new language, a new concept around fear, a fresh perspective. First, I had to change the language from “I am fearful” to “I have fear.” Because you can only let go of fear if you have it as oppose to being it. Fear isn’t a definition of any one human being, it certainly isn’t mine. It is a temporary state of being, like hunger. It’s something that can leave you.  Another thing I realized is that fear isn’t good or bad. It just is. Defining fear as bad is only hindering in the process of creating and the journey of dreams. It is just a state of being that shows growth. Fear can be bad because it causes anxiety. Fear can be good because it shows us what we want the most. It is both, therefore it is neither. So why be afraid of “fear”? Why think of it any more or any less than what it is – a temporary feeling?


    Image by Pedro Angel Morales