Why should you travel?

May 25, 2017



Here is a picture of home. Of my city. Lovely, isn't it? But sometimes, you can get sick of your own bed, too. So if you have an intense desire to leave. If you desire to escape. To go away. With the intention of that one thing to be fixed by the time you get back. Then you're going to be very disappointed.

If it's one thing I learned in my years of pursuing different spaces, sitting in airports, meticulously setting itineraries, eating peanuts, eating things I never new existed, seeing paintings I've only read in textbooks, or speaking to people with experiences miles away from mine and just as different, traveling will only answer the arbitrary. In fact, traveling is the answer when your soul feels jaded, compromised, or half empty or even 3/4 empty. Travel will give you what you need whether or not you knew exactly what you actually need. It might not even be specific. It also won't make too much sense right away.

And just like trying sushi, you may not like it the first time around. I guess, it's also like having sex for the first time. It can be painful. And it can be expensive (this one is about traveling not sex). But I know that I kept trying. I kept going. From the Dominican Republic's resort to Country Hopping in Europe, I have quite evolved in all levels of travel. So now that I'm back in New York, I find myself asking, well, myself a few questions, just to check in. I always do.

“Well Lynn, did you get what you came for?”
My soul says yes. Why? I'm not too sure. I know I miss home and that's the indication, the success flag, if you will. I know that when I stepped my foot back in my home city, I will be the right amount of different, and maybe the more appropriate word is "inspiration", to take my life back on. Nothing will change around me when my space feels all too familiar. My room will still be messy af. My fridge will still be lacking enough soy sauce, like it always has. And my hustle will still be there, probably more aggressively and with no welcome home hug. But that's okay. I will be different. And that’s what I wanted.

“What's different?”
I learned patience. I learned from the Europeans that relaxing is just as important as grinding. To slow the fuck down. Enjoy it. Put your feet up. You deserve it. I deserve it. No guilt trips necessary. I also learned that GMOs make people fat. Don't be stupid. It's the truth. Van Gogh taught me that creativity isn't about being original. It's about taking everything you are inspired by, copy it, and make it yours. Make it yours with a definite opinion.

And I know what you're thinking...you don't need to travel to learn that. But I will tell you what the internet or your local experience won't give you. It won’t give the authenticity of an experience. It won’t give you the layers and layers delicious food, beautiful people, foreign languages, and memories that accompany these lessons. And one evening while you’re trying to desperately figure something out, one tiny detail of your travels will help decipher something. It will continue to reward you. Over and over again.
May 25, 2017
Here is a picture of home. Of my city. Lovely, isn't it? But sometimes, you can get sick of your own bed, too. So if you have an intense desire to leave. If you desire to escape. To go away. With the intention of that one thing to be fixed by the time you get back. Then you're going to be very disappointed. If it's one thing I learned in my years of pursuing different spaces, sitting in airports, meticulously setting itineraries, ea…


Here is a picture of home. Of my city. Lovely, isn't it? But sometimes, you can get sick of your own bed, too. So if you have an intense desire to leave. If you desire to escape. To go away. With the intention of that one thing to be fixed by the time you get back. Then you're going to be very disappointed.

If it's one thing I learned in my years of pursuing different spaces, sitting in airports, meticulously setting itineraries, eating peanuts, eating things I never new existed, seeing paintings I've only read in textbooks, or speaking to people with experiences miles away from mine and just as different, traveling will only answer the arbitrary. In fact, traveling is the answer when your soul feels jaded, compromised, or half empty or even 3/4 empty. Travel will give you what you need whether or not you knew exactly what you actually need. It might not even be specific. It also won't make too much sense right away.

And just like trying sushi, you may not like it the first time around. I guess, it's also like having sex for the first time. It can be painful. And it can be expensive (this one is about traveling not sex). But I know that I kept trying. I kept going. From the Dominican Republic's resort to Country Hopping in Europe, I have quite evolved in all levels of travel. So now that I'm back in New York, I find myself asking, well, myself a few questions, just to check in. I always do.

“Well Lynn, did you get what you came for?”
My soul says yes. Why? I'm not too sure. I know I miss home and that's the indication, the success flag, if you will. I know that when I stepped my foot back in my home city, I will be the right amount of different, and maybe the more appropriate word is "inspiration", to take my life back on. Nothing will change around me when my space feels all too familiar. My room will still be messy af. My fridge will still be lacking enough soy sauce, like it always has. And my hustle will still be there, probably more aggressively and with no welcome home hug. But that's okay. I will be different. And that’s what I wanted.

“What's different?”
I learned patience. I learned from the Europeans that relaxing is just as important as grinding. To slow the fuck down. Enjoy it. Put your feet up. You deserve it. I deserve it. No guilt trips necessary. I also learned that GMOs make people fat. Don't be stupid. It's the truth. Van Gogh taught me that creativity isn't about being original. It's about taking everything you are inspired by, copy it, and make it yours. Make it yours with a definite opinion.

And I know what you're thinking...you don't need to travel to learn that. But I will tell you what the internet or your local experience won't give you. It won’t give the authenticity of an experience. It won’t give you the layers and layers delicious food, beautiful people, foreign languages, and memories that accompany these lessons. And one evening while you’re trying to desperately figure something out, one tiny detail of your travels will help decipher something. It will continue to reward you. Over and over again.

The Paris Air

May 22, 2017







I am here. Where the greatest minds have placed pen to paper, thoughts to action, love to bodies, and cared to hate it at the same time. I've read Tropics Of Cancer and he describes Paris in its ugliness and beauty as raw as he would New York City. What he sees in both cities, I care to find out. I care to find out why Henry Miller came here penniless. And stayed. Why Picasso chose to die in France? Or how Paris decided to give birth to Claude Monet? I need to find out. If I can't find out, let me at least breathe the same air as them. Let me breathe in the brilliance. Maybe I can walk away with a fraction of it. Or maybe if I eat enough croissants and drink enough espressos, I can see what they see.

Visuals by Pedro Morales
Wearing:
Sweater - Zara
Denim Button Up - Madewell



May 22, 2017
I am here. Where the greatest minds have placed pen to paper, thoughts to action, love to bodies, and cared to hate it at the same time. I've read Tropics Of Cancer and he describes Paris in its ugliness and beauty as raw as he would New York City. What he sees in both cities, I care to find out. I care to find out why Henry Miller came here penniless. And stayed. Why Picasso chose to die in France? Or how Paris decided to give birth to Cla…






I am here. Where the greatest minds have placed pen to paper, thoughts to action, love to bodies, and cared to hate it at the same time. I've read Tropics Of Cancer and he describes Paris in its ugliness and beauty as raw as he would New York City. What he sees in both cities, I care to find out. I care to find out why Henry Miller came here penniless. And stayed. Why Picasso chose to die in France? Or how Paris decided to give birth to Claude Monet? I need to find out. If I can't find out, let me at least breathe the same air as them. Let me breathe in the brilliance. Maybe I can walk away with a fraction of it. Or maybe if I eat enough croissants and drink enough espressos, I can see what they see.

Visuals by Pedro Morales
Wearing:
Sweater - Zara
Denim Button Up - Madewell



The Paris Travel Guide

May 19, 2017





I stalked Paris down months before going, kinda like I would an ex boyfriend. Although this wasn't my first rodeo in this beautiful city, it was my boyfriend's first time which meant I got to do the whole touristy thing again! I'm not too mad about it because sometimes the second time is actually way more special than the first. I knew exactly what I wanted to see and I knew exactly what my boyfriend would enjoy. Like going to your favorite restaurant and bringing your best friend, you just want to explore the whole menu on top of your favorite dishes. Here is a guide I created, with much love, sweat, and dreams, just for you:

See:
Head to Place de Trocadero and catch the Eiffel Tower view
Visit the Grand Palace and take an IG worthy photo at Les Deux Plateaux. Here's mine, if you don't believe me.
Climb Sacré-Cœur Basilica, the highest point of the city
Visit the Arc de Triomphe and walk in the middle of the street to catch a straight on view like all the crazies out here.





Do:
Visit the Louvre Museum. You can literally send the whole day there or the whole week. It's closed on Tuesdays. Get tickets in advance!
Then go to the Musée d'Orsay to see art that you've read in high school! Also reserve your tickets so you don't have to wait in the long line.
Have a picnic at the Luxembourg Gardens
Get a painting or your portrait done in Montmartre, then grab some wine!
Shop off the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Hang out at Canal Saint Martin, a super cute and fun neighborhood.
Catch Le Crazy Horse cabaret show, literally my favorite part of my trip!




Drink & Eat:
Have a Parisian breakfast at Café Popote
Find Le Comptoir Général, a hidden Afrikan bar, and grab a drink
Grab a Beet Matcha Latte at Poenies (and their avocado toast!)
Have the best Cambodian / Vietnamese meal in your life at Le Cambodge
Get brunch at the newest IT spot HolyBelly
Have a classic French meal at Le Relais De l’Entrecôte
Finally, get authentic macaroons at Ladurée



Tips:
Spend Sunday at Le Marais since most things are closed and streets are quite empty on Sundays.
There are con artists everywhere so just politely ignore them and you'll be fine.
Tip is generally included and aren't expected at restaurants.
Uber is available in Paris and a reasonable way to get around.
For a more local experience, use the subway! Google maps your destination and it will tell you exactly how to get from point A to point B.
There is no tax on food!
But there is tax on clothes and accessories. If you're splurging, save your receipt and claim back the tax at the airport.
Bring comfy shoes if you plan to really explore! Sometimes, getting lost is the best idea to get to know a city.
People are very very pilots in Paris, contrary to the myth that the French are assholes. Just don't be ignorant!


Visuals by Pedro Morales & My Personal Images

May 19, 2017
I stalked Paris down months before going, kinda like I would an ex boyfriend. Although this wasn't my first rodeo in this beautiful city, it was my boyfriend's first time which meant I got to do the whole touristy thing again! I'm not too mad about it because sometimes the second time is actually way more special than the first. I knew exactly what I wanted to see and I knew exactly what my boyfriend would enjoy. Like going to your …




I stalked Paris down months before going, kinda like I would an ex boyfriend. Although this wasn't my first rodeo in this beautiful city, it was my boyfriend's first time which meant I got to do the whole touristy thing again! I'm not too mad about it because sometimes the second time is actually way more special than the first. I knew exactly what I wanted to see and I knew exactly what my boyfriend would enjoy. Like going to your favorite restaurant and bringing your best friend, you just want to explore the whole menu on top of your favorite dishes. Here is a guide I created, with much love, sweat, and dreams, just for you:

See:
Head to Place de Trocadero and catch the Eiffel Tower view
Visit the Grand Palace and take an IG worthy photo at Les Deux Plateaux. Here's mine, if you don't believe me.
Climb Sacré-Cœur Basilica, the highest point of the city
Visit the Arc de Triomphe and walk in the middle of the street to catch a straight on view like all the crazies out here.





Do:
Visit the Louvre Museum. You can literally send the whole day there or the whole week. It's closed on Tuesdays. Get tickets in advance!
Then go to the Musée d'Orsay to see art that you've read in high school! Also reserve your tickets so you don't have to wait in the long line.
Have a picnic at the Luxembourg Gardens
Get a painting or your portrait done in Montmartre, then grab some wine!
Shop off the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Hang out at Canal Saint Martin, a super cute and fun neighborhood.
Catch Le Crazy Horse cabaret show, literally my favorite part of my trip!




Drink & Eat:
Have a Parisian breakfast at Café Popote
Find Le Comptoir Général, a hidden Afrikan bar, and grab a drink
Grab a Beet Matcha Latte at Poenies (and their avocado toast!)
Have the best Cambodian / Vietnamese meal in your life at Le Cambodge
Get brunch at the newest IT spot HolyBelly
Have a classic French meal at Le Relais De l’Entrecôte
Finally, get authentic macaroons at Ladurée



Tips:
Spend Sunday at Le Marais since most things are closed and streets are quite empty on Sundays.
There are con artists everywhere so just politely ignore them and you'll be fine.
Tip is generally included and aren't expected at restaurants.
Uber is available in Paris and a reasonable way to get around.
For a more local experience, use the subway! Google maps your destination and it will tell you exactly how to get from point A to point B.
There is no tax on food!
But there is tax on clothes and accessories. If you're splurging, save your receipt and claim back the tax at the airport.
Bring comfy shoes if you plan to really explore! Sometimes, getting lost is the best idea to get to know a city.
People are very very pilots in Paris, contrary to the myth that the French are assholes. Just don't be ignorant!


Visuals by Pedro Morales & My Personal Images

Paris, you da one.

May 17, 2017







   



Give me something dirty. Grimy even. Something sassy. That Parisian kinda sassiness. Leaving Amsterdam, the perfect city, and entering Paris, the city city, I can’t help but notice the difference. Amsterdam was beautiful, but TOO beautiful. It was too perfect. And Paris, well, Paris feels a little more fucked up. The subway stinks. There are con artists in every district waiting to get into your wallet. There’s concrete, plenty of concrete. Kinda like New York City but older. Centuries older. Each wall that holds a building up. Each time I order an espresso or say Merci, it feels like it has existed way longer. Rich in history. For some strange reason, Paris feels like home.

Visuals by Pedro Morales


May 17, 2017
Give me something dirty. Grimy even. Something sassy. That Parisian kinda sassiness. Leaving Amsterdam, the perfect city, and entering Paris, the city city, I can’t help but notice the difference. Amsterdam was beautiful, but TOO beautiful. It was too perfect. And Paris, well, Paris feels a little more fucked up. The subway stinks. There are con artists in every district waiting to get into your wallet. There’s concrete, plenty of concrete. Kin…






   



Give me something dirty. Grimy even. Something sassy. That Parisian kinda sassiness. Leaving Amsterdam, the perfect city, and entering Paris, the city city, I can’t help but notice the difference. Amsterdam was beautiful, but TOO beautiful. It was too perfect. And Paris, well, Paris feels a little more fucked up. The subway stinks. There are con artists in every district waiting to get into your wallet. There’s concrete, plenty of concrete. Kinda like New York City but older. Centuries older. Each wall that holds a building up. Each time I order an espresso or say Merci, it feels like it has existed way longer. Rich in history. For some strange reason, Paris feels like home.

Visuals by Pedro Morales