Small Victories

August 21, 2017









As of late, our losses seem larger than our victories. But our victories sure taste so so sweet, giving me the impression that we got this. That a small trickle of change can infect the world. Much like it affects me. My heart swells for Charlottesville. It swells just as big when news came in from Boston. It swells differently. It hurts and swells. It loves and swells much similarly nonetheless.  And my posts generally aim at solving some sort of issue, seeking some sort of solution, whether personal, fashionable, or political. But I can see that am I am typing this, this post will not be that. I can’t think much of anything else but our current world affair. And if the media has been trying to make me jaded (Black Mirror, my god!) then it’s slowly winning. It is a post of open wounds. Of a season that began without me, a sleepiness that fell over me. And I feel hopeless, but I feel hopeful grasping at small but very apparent strong ends. I can’t say that I can find the source of this feeling in one occasion, one instance, one memory, but it feels uncomfortable. But strangely, it all doesn’t feel bad. The world sends me comforts in signs, like the ones held in the hands of the protesters against the “Free Speech” rally.  And I know we’ll be okay. Because we must be okay. But not if we’re lazy. United, we will be okay.



August 21, 2017
As of late, our losses seem larger than our victories. But our victories sure taste so so sweet, giving me the impression that we got this. That a small trickle of change can infect the world. Much like it affects me. My heart swells for Charlottesville. It swells just as big when news came in from Boston. It swells differently. It hurts and swells. It loves and swells much similarly nonetheless.  And my posts generally aim at solving some sort…








As of late, our losses seem larger than our victories. But our victories sure taste so so sweet, giving me the impression that we got this. That a small trickle of change can infect the world. Much like it affects me. My heart swells for Charlottesville. It swells just as big when news came in from Boston. It swells differently. It hurts and swells. It loves and swells much similarly nonetheless.  And my posts generally aim at solving some sort of issue, seeking some sort of solution, whether personal, fashionable, or political. But I can see that am I am typing this, this post will not be that. I can’t think much of anything else but our current world affair. And if the media has been trying to make me jaded (Black Mirror, my god!) then it’s slowly winning. It is a post of open wounds. Of a season that began without me, a sleepiness that fell over me. And I feel hopeless, but I feel hopeful grasping at small but very apparent strong ends. I can’t say that I can find the source of this feeling in one occasion, one instance, one memory, but it feels uncomfortable. But strangely, it all doesn’t feel bad. The world sends me comforts in signs, like the ones held in the hands of the protesters against the “Free Speech” rally.  And I know we’ll be okay. Because we must be okay. But not if we’re lazy. United, we will be okay.



Livin' Purpose | ft. Lively

August 17, 2017









Today, I asked myself: “What makes me feel alive?” And the answer seems quite simply is purpose.

But that’s really where the simplicity starts and ends. Purpose is tricky because it’s all so subjective. So vague. Purpose can evolve. Purpose can also be achieved, but then what? Purpose can come from faith, from science, from ethics, from family, or from complete randomness (maybe a billboard sign, a book, an eavesdropped conversation heard on the train). As humans, we’re such impressionable being. Always absorbing, and sometime’s it’s not the right things but hey, who am I to judge.

So now what? Looks like that’s my second favorite question day. Well, I wish I knew. I wish I could tell you get it gets easier. I try to tell myself that. Life is chaotic, right? It seems like it's purposely built that way within confines of loose structure. And we get hit with a million distractions. A million questions. A million choices. Sometimes these choices are about career, about friends, about our real potential life partner. How many times have you (or I) thought, “If I ended up dating ________, where would my life be?” But purpose…ah, if we are at least sure that 65% of our purpose is this one thing then it gets a tad bit easier, doesn’t it? We do things in the name of that purpose. Sometimes, even blindly, some sell their souls for their purpose.

Recently, I received a very enticing offer. Whats interesting about this offer is that it is the absolute opposite of everything I’ve worked up to this point for. It’s also at the opposite end of the country. Imagine, an entrepreneur who lives her life in a freelance fairytale, who lives and breathes NYC, with family and friends she loves, with the love of her life months from beginning a life together in one apartment. And then an offer from out of nowhere finds her inbox. Okay, I’m done talking in third person. At this point, I barely ask myself anything because a million questions would naturally be the only thing that will enter my mind instead of a helpful answer. So I tell myself to keep an open mind. I tell myself to give this phone call, a simple phone interview, a chance. And I did. And it went well, too well. And next steps are promised but what do I really want? Well, I don’t have an answer for that. I told the interviewee (who I really could be friends with in real life, this sweet soul) that the universe knows way more than I do. That I don’t have a life plan. That in 4 months, things can change drastically. I leave the phone call more confused than ever. Is this the natural step and offer that came from all of the choices I’ve made and work I’ve done? Or is this a test? An obstacle, a snake with an apple, to the life I may potentially be building? Ugh.

I wish I could end this blog post with a decision. But I don't have that. I'm not even sure when that decision will arise. I'll let you know though. Promise!

Partnered with Lively for the visual content of this post. 

Visuals by Pedro Morales 
Wearing -
August 17, 2017
Today, I asked myself: “What makes me feel alive?” And the answer seems quite simply is  purpose . But that’s really where the simplicity starts and ends. Purpose is tricky because it’s all so subjective. So vague. Purpose can evolve. Purpose can also be achieved, but then what? Purpose can come from faith, from science, from ethics, from family, or from complete randomness ( maybe a billboard sign, a book, an eavesdropped conversation heard on th…








Today, I asked myself: “What makes me feel alive?” And the answer seems quite simply is purpose.

But that’s really where the simplicity starts and ends. Purpose is tricky because it’s all so subjective. So vague. Purpose can evolve. Purpose can also be achieved, but then what? Purpose can come from faith, from science, from ethics, from family, or from complete randomness (maybe a billboard sign, a book, an eavesdropped conversation heard on the train). As humans, we’re such impressionable being. Always absorbing, and sometime’s it’s not the right things but hey, who am I to judge.

So now what? Looks like that’s my second favorite question day. Well, I wish I knew. I wish I could tell you get it gets easier. I try to tell myself that. Life is chaotic, right? It seems like it's purposely built that way within confines of loose structure. And we get hit with a million distractions. A million questions. A million choices. Sometimes these choices are about career, about friends, about our real potential life partner. How many times have you (or I) thought, “If I ended up dating ________, where would my life be?” But purpose…ah, if we are at least sure that 65% of our purpose is this one thing then it gets a tad bit easier, doesn’t it? We do things in the name of that purpose. Sometimes, even blindly, some sell their souls for their purpose.

Recently, I received a very enticing offer. Whats interesting about this offer is that it is the absolute opposite of everything I’ve worked up to this point for. It’s also at the opposite end of the country. Imagine, an entrepreneur who lives her life in a freelance fairytale, who lives and breathes NYC, with family and friends she loves, with the love of her life months from beginning a life together in one apartment. And then an offer from out of nowhere finds her inbox. Okay, I’m done talking in third person. At this point, I barely ask myself anything because a million questions would naturally be the only thing that will enter my mind instead of a helpful answer. So I tell myself to keep an open mind. I tell myself to give this phone call, a simple phone interview, a chance. And I did. And it went well, too well. And next steps are promised but what do I really want? Well, I don’t have an answer for that. I told the interviewee (who I really could be friends with in real life, this sweet soul) that the universe knows way more than I do. That I don’t have a life plan. That in 4 months, things can change drastically. I leave the phone call more confused than ever. Is this the natural step and offer that came from all of the choices I’ve made and work I’ve done? Or is this a test? An obstacle, a snake with an apple, to the life I may potentially be building? Ugh.

I wish I could end this blog post with a decision. But I don't have that. I'm not even sure when that decision will arise. I'll let you know though. Promise!

Partnered with Lively for the visual content of this post. 

Visuals by Pedro Morales 
Wearing -

The Urban Boho

August 14, 2017







Every day I try to stay even more woke than the last. These days it seems like I’ve been very concerned with what I put into my body. I’ve gone as far as being one-week vegan strong as of today. Okay, so I cheated once or twice. But, I’M TRYING! I’m in my mid-twenties. I am not old old, but I am also not young young, either. Time is not necessarily on my side. The only thing I have going for me right now is wisdom. Maybe. Oh, and experience. Eh, I don’t know about that either.

In fact, the more I think about my habits and interest, the more I realize that my inner self screams bohemian. Like if a bohemian really liked Migos and SZA and hated grass (aesthetically). I sage my apartment all the time. My roommate always thinks I’m burning down the house but what I’m really doing is renewing our home-energy with positive vibes. THANK ME, sheesh!! I was raised under Buddhist philosophies and still feel very connected to my Buddhist roots. I light incense, too. I prefer incenses from Asian supermarkets because it reminds me of my childhood. I do yoga a few times a month. I even do yoga at least once on all my vacations and almost every time I’m in a sauna (heat is so good for your body!). I exclusively drink almond milk lattes. I believe in natural and organic skincare—try witch hazel as a toner. I enjoy hikes. And bike rides. Mostly because I get carsick often. I love to talk about feelings. Ask all my friends; I ALWAYS ask the hard questions. I once asked my brother when he was in the hospital for a kidney stone if he has ever been raped. All necessary questions. I drink apple cider vinegar concentrate with a generous amount of turmeric, cayenne, ginger, lemon, cinnamon, and honey every night with warm water. I like poetry readings. I believe in overalls and UGG slip-ons.

I bet you didn’t know all that bout me! Shit, I didn’t know how extensive my inner grandma/boho/hipster until I listed it all out. But hey, I love it. Do you have a totally different side of you? Maybe it's a side that only your true friends know.


Visuals by Karina Munoz


August 14, 2017
Every day I try to stay even more woke than the last. These days it seems like I’ve been very concerned with what I put into my body. I’ve gone as far as being one-week vegan strong as of today. Okay, so I cheated once or twice. But, I’M TRYING! I’m in my mid-twenties. I am not old old , but I am also not young young , either. Time is not necessarily on my side. The only thing I have going for me right now is wisdom. Maybe. Oh, and experience. Eh…






Every day I try to stay even more woke than the last. These days it seems like I’ve been very concerned with what I put into my body. I’ve gone as far as being one-week vegan strong as of today. Okay, so I cheated once or twice. But, I’M TRYING! I’m in my mid-twenties. I am not old old, but I am also not young young, either. Time is not necessarily on my side. The only thing I have going for me right now is wisdom. Maybe. Oh, and experience. Eh, I don’t know about that either.

In fact, the more I think about my habits and interest, the more I realize that my inner self screams bohemian. Like if a bohemian really liked Migos and SZA and hated grass (aesthetically). I sage my apartment all the time. My roommate always thinks I’m burning down the house but what I’m really doing is renewing our home-energy with positive vibes. THANK ME, sheesh!! I was raised under Buddhist philosophies and still feel very connected to my Buddhist roots. I light incense, too. I prefer incenses from Asian supermarkets because it reminds me of my childhood. I do yoga a few times a month. I even do yoga at least once on all my vacations and almost every time I’m in a sauna (heat is so good for your body!). I exclusively drink almond milk lattes. I believe in natural and organic skincare—try witch hazel as a toner. I enjoy hikes. And bike rides. Mostly because I get carsick often. I love to talk about feelings. Ask all my friends; I ALWAYS ask the hard questions. I once asked my brother when he was in the hospital for a kidney stone if he has ever been raped. All necessary questions. I drink apple cider vinegar concentrate with a generous amount of turmeric, cayenne, ginger, lemon, cinnamon, and honey every night with warm water. I like poetry readings. I believe in overalls and UGG slip-ons.

I bet you didn’t know all that bout me! Shit, I didn’t know how extensive my inner grandma/boho/hipster until I listed it all out. But hey, I love it. Do you have a totally different side of you? Maybe it's a side that only your true friends know.


Visuals by Karina Munoz


Second Chance at Leggings

August 9, 2017









Wearing leggings to the club? Guilty. GUILTY. Guilty.
To be fair, you can barely compare these half fish net leggings to LEGGINGS. In fact, I use to HATE leggings. I'm sure there's a couple interviews out there where I said leggings should die. DIE A DEEP AND PAINFUL DEATH. But here I am, eating my own words. I find myself in a love, hate, love again, fucking hate, and then alright, alright…love. Kinda sounds like real relationship, right. Oh god.

Leggings have came a long way. Like a really, really long way. Oh my god, do you remember SUSPENDER leggings? I had a pair. I loved them. I wore them to death. And those crazy printed one? How about the aztec printed ones?! Gross. The truth is, the leggings trend is coming back. I’ve noticed a sense of sophistication to this phase in the leggings trend. And no, the most successful legging outfit is not just thrown together like a local deli bagel. And it definitely doesn’t taste as good which at that point you have to ask yourself “WHY?” Leggings need thought. It needs to be considered differently, altered a bit, and pushed even further. So if you find yourself in front of a pair of half mesh, half leggings mutant fusion, think of me. And then buy them. Expect people to ask you, enviously, "Did you go to the gym or something?" Just smile and say, "This is call style, bitch." Other  Lynn-approved leggings include satin emerald green leggings with an opening in the front and the leggings that you can hook to your heel. I approve.



Visuals by Erika Dickstein
Wearing -
Sports Bra - Nike
White Top - Need Supply 
Leggings - Urban Outfitters
Heels - Public Desire



August 9, 2017
Wearing leggings to the club? Guilty. GUILTY . Guilty. To be fair, you can barely compare these half fish net leggings to LEGGINGS. In fact, I use to HATE leggings. I'm sure there's a couple interviews out there where I said leggings should die. DIE A DEEP AND PAINFUL DEATH. But here I am, eating my own words. I find myself in a love, hate, love again, fucking hate, and then alright, alright… love . Kinda sounds like real relationship, rig…








Wearing leggings to the club? Guilty. GUILTY. Guilty.
To be fair, you can barely compare these half fish net leggings to LEGGINGS. In fact, I use to HATE leggings. I'm sure there's a couple interviews out there where I said leggings should die. DIE A DEEP AND PAINFUL DEATH. But here I am, eating my own words. I find myself in a love, hate, love again, fucking hate, and then alright, alright…love. Kinda sounds like real relationship, right. Oh god.

Leggings have came a long way. Like a really, really long way. Oh my god, do you remember SUSPENDER leggings? I had a pair. I loved them. I wore them to death. And those crazy printed one? How about the aztec printed ones?! Gross. The truth is, the leggings trend is coming back. I’ve noticed a sense of sophistication to this phase in the leggings trend. And no, the most successful legging outfit is not just thrown together like a local deli bagel. And it definitely doesn’t taste as good which at that point you have to ask yourself “WHY?” Leggings need thought. It needs to be considered differently, altered a bit, and pushed even further. So if you find yourself in front of a pair of half mesh, half leggings mutant fusion, think of me. And then buy them. Expect people to ask you, enviously, "Did you go to the gym or something?" Just smile and say, "This is call style, bitch." Other  Lynn-approved leggings include satin emerald green leggings with an opening in the front and the leggings that you can hook to your heel. I approve.



Visuals by Erika Dickstein
Wearing -
Sports Bra - Nike
White Top - Need Supply 
Leggings - Urban Outfitters
Heels - Public Desire