Yang

April 19, 2015


"It’s not too often when you find someone you can connect with. And it’s something that has always been hard to explain, but it won’t stop me from attempting to. I’m not talking about that “love at first sight” or that overwhelming lustful attack at the sight of your new evening prey."

The second post elaborates on my definition of a soul mate. 






Lynn
 Sheer Top - Dorothy Perkins // T-Strap Bra Top - Urban Outfitters // Black Pants - Threadworkshop // 90s Running 530 - New Balance // Twisted Roller Buckle - Joanna Maxham // Origami Gold Palm Cuff - Isharya 

Dat
Jacket - Forever 21 Men // Shirt - H&M // T-Shirt - Mack Weldon // Socks - Strolling Wild Socks // Watch - G-Shock // Shoes - Tiger of Sweden


Connection, what a funny thing. Soulmate, what an even funnier thing. I laugh, a nervous laugh.

It’s not too often when you find someone you can connect with. And it’s something that has always been hard to explain, but it won’t stop me from attempting to. I’m not talking about that “love at first sight” or that overwhelming lustful attack at the sight of your new evening prey. I’m talking about that subtle connection that sparks in a friendship. It’s like a a scoop of vanilla ice-cream as you savor it to the last spoon, scraping the sides of the bowl. Just enough. Just enjoyable. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

You can call it a soul mate. I call it my Yang to my Yin (some days, he's my Yin to my Yang). This is what this two part series is inspired by. For those who had a special friend who stumbled into their lives. Yes, a friend. Almost coincidentally, the story of how you've met is always strange and quite a bar story that you’ve recited by heart. This is someone you can kick rocks against a dumpster with. Walk down crowded streets, into open banks, and competitively scream the word “Penis” at each other like grade kids. Eat an obscene amount of food together glutinously until you’re incapable of seeing your feet. Or robbing a bodega because you were craving some apple juice at 2am with not enough change in your pocket. Well, momma always told me nothing good ever happens at 2am. But nothing feels better than fulfilling your Yang aka some debauchery at odd hours. 

And it won’t feel authentic unless we wear all black amidst performing some questionable and potentially illegal acts. But hey, you gotta feel alive sometimes? Adrenaline rushes are good for the soul. Just wear a ton of black, grab your soul mate, and go commit something. Just make sure you can reminisce it later.  


With Dathias Hoang of ModernManJournal.com
Photos by Erika of Hague NYC
 
April 19, 2015
"It’s not too often when you find someone you can connect with. And it’s something that has always been hard to explain, but it won’t stop me from attempting to. I’m not talking about that “love at first sight” or that overwhelming lustful attack at the sight of your new evening prey." The second post elaborates on my definition of a soul mate.  Lynn Sheer Top - Dorothy Perkins //  T-Strap Bra Top - Urban Outfitters //  Black Pants - Threadw…

"It’s not too often when you find someone you can connect with. And it’s something that has always been hard to explain, but it won’t stop me from attempting to. I’m not talking about that “love at first sight” or that overwhelming lustful attack at the sight of your new evening prey."

The second post elaborates on my definition of a soul mate. 






Lynn
 Sheer Top - Dorothy Perkins // T-Strap Bra Top - Urban Outfitters // Black Pants - Threadworkshop // 90s Running 530 - New Balance // Twisted Roller Buckle - Joanna Maxham // Origami Gold Palm Cuff - Isharya 

Dat
Jacket - Forever 21 Men // Shirt - H&M // T-Shirt - Mack Weldon // Socks - Strolling Wild Socks // Watch - G-Shock // Shoes - Tiger of Sweden


Connection, what a funny thing. Soulmate, what an even funnier thing. I laugh, a nervous laugh.

It’s not too often when you find someone you can connect with. And it’s something that has always been hard to explain, but it won’t stop me from attempting to. I’m not talking about that “love at first sight” or that overwhelming lustful attack at the sight of your new evening prey. I’m talking about that subtle connection that sparks in a friendship. It’s like a a scoop of vanilla ice-cream as you savor it to the last spoon, scraping the sides of the bowl. Just enough. Just enjoyable. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

You can call it a soul mate. I call it my Yang to my Yin (some days, he's my Yin to my Yang). This is what this two part series is inspired by. For those who had a special friend who stumbled into their lives. Yes, a friend. Almost coincidentally, the story of how you've met is always strange and quite a bar story that you’ve recited by heart. This is someone you can kick rocks against a dumpster with. Walk down crowded streets, into open banks, and competitively scream the word “Penis” at each other like grade kids. Eat an obscene amount of food together glutinously until you’re incapable of seeing your feet. Or robbing a bodega because you were craving some apple juice at 2am with not enough change in your pocket. Well, momma always told me nothing good ever happens at 2am. But nothing feels better than fulfilling your Yang aka some debauchery at odd hours. 

And it won’t feel authentic unless we wear all black amidst performing some questionable and potentially illegal acts. But hey, you gotta feel alive sometimes? Adrenaline rushes are good for the soul. Just wear a ton of black, grab your soul mate, and go commit something. Just make sure you can reminisce it later.  


With Dathias Hoang of ModernManJournal.com
Photos by Erika of Hague NYC