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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 I Write


    "I don't consider myself the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane (ha!). Not even close. Writing has been a huge part of my life, even if I hated it when I was younger. Weighing in this hate and love relationship today."







    Jade Sweater & Pants - Threadworkshop Co

    I don't consider myself the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane (ha!). Not even close.  I write here, publicly for you. I write in my work journal, making endless lists and check them off. I write in my journal, personally for myself. In it, I write down ideas, my thoughts, my feelings, my regrets, my self-encouragements, my insecurities, and my strange encounters. This was not always the case. Growing up, I hated writing. To be fair, my writing only consisted of class essays and homework assignments. So you can't blame me for despising it. I would rather live in numbers than letters. As a kid, I occasionally found myself writing poems. Nothing major but that was the only time I remember enjoying putting abstract thoughts into written words. Then I remember the Xanga days when I endlessly jotted down mundane and exhaustingly boring thoughts. I also did more complaining which is impossible to believe, I know. I watched as my friends' Xanga pages got popular while I focused on building my friendships. I was still convinced that I was horrible at writing. My friends were the first to tell me that I was a good writer. Thinking back, I don't think I would be where I am now without them. How they came up with this conclusion, I have no idea. They coarsely convinced me that I was good at it. And like a brat, I always accompanied their compliments with a "No way!" Until this day, I still don't consider myself a strong writer. But I can't deny that there's something in prose that pulls me in like a soft lover's gaze. I read somewhere once that you should never deny what you're good at. And ever since then, the dots have been simply connecting.

    I never knew exactly why I wrote. I know I don't like writing because it takes a lot of time. Other reasons include - I often get writer's block; I barely speak correctly, let alone write grammatically accurate; At times, my writing feels inadequate. But after all of that, the reasons why I write still remains more encouraging than the reasons why I don't like to write. I write because my thoughts expressed in little letters and words strung into complete sentences gets my thought across in a very straight forward way. Writing lives on. Spoken words don't survive unless it's recorded. Prose lives until it's deleted. When I do write, I write for myself and for whatever topic I choose. I have full creative control which is refreshing. I write because when I finish writing and look back at it, it feels like I'm getting to know myself again. It doesn't even feel like I had typed those words out in that order. It almost feels like someone used my fingers as a vessel and created something beautiful.

    Like I said, I'm not the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane. I don't even know why I do it. All I do know is that this is exactly what I need to do in this moment right here. This is where I need to be. And this all feels right. And I love writing.

     

    "I don't consider myself the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane (ha!). Not even close. Writing has been a huge part of my life, even if I hated it when I was younger. Weighing in this hate and love relationship today."







    Jade Sweater & Pants - Threadworkshop Co

    I don't consider myself the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane (ha!). Not even close.  I write here, publicly for you. I write in my work journal, making endless lists and check them off. I write in my journal, personally for myself. In it, I write down ideas, my thoughts, my feelings, my regrets, my self-encouragements, my insecurities, and my strange encounters. This was not always the case. Growing up, I hated writing. To be fair, my writing only consisted of class essays and homework assignments. So you can't blame me for despising it. I would rather live in numbers than letters. As a kid, I occasionally found myself writing poems. Nothing major but that was the only time I remember enjoying putting abstract thoughts into written words. Then I remember the Xanga days when I endlessly jotted down mundane and exhaustingly boring thoughts. I also did more complaining which is impossible to believe, I know. I watched as my friends' Xanga pages got popular while I focused on building my friendships. I was still convinced that I was horrible at writing. My friends were the first to tell me that I was a good writer. Thinking back, I don't think I would be where I am now without them. How they came up with this conclusion, I have no idea. They coarsely convinced me that I was good at it. And like a brat, I always accompanied their compliments with a "No way!" Until this day, I still don't consider myself a strong writer. But I can't deny that there's something in prose that pulls me in like a soft lover's gaze. I read somewhere once that you should never deny what you're good at. And ever since then, the dots have been simply connecting.

    I never knew exactly why I wrote. I know I don't like writing because it takes a lot of time. Other reasons include - I often get writer's block; I barely speak correctly, let alone write grammatically accurate; At times, my writing feels inadequate. But after all of that, the reasons why I write still remains more encouraging than the reasons why I don't like to write. I write because my thoughts expressed in little letters and words strung into complete sentences gets my thought across in a very straight forward way. Writing lives on. Spoken words don't survive unless it's recorded. Prose lives until it's deleted. When I do write, I write for myself and for whatever topic I choose. I have full creative control which is refreshing. I write because when I finish writing and look back at it, it feels like I'm getting to know myself again. It doesn't even feel like I had typed those words out in that order. It almost feels like someone used my fingers as a vessel and created something beautiful.

    Like I said, I'm not the next Hemingway, Seuss, or even Seth MacFarlane. I don't even know why I do it. All I do know is that this is exactly what I need to do in this moment right here. This is where I need to be. And this all feels right. And I love writing.

     
    . February 8, 2015 .