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    Lynn Kim Do

    there's nothing to hide and no one to hide from, especially yourself












    Something about NYC in the summertime that seems super magical until it arrives. Don't be fooled, I may be smiling but it's because I am quite delirious. I hop scotch between the urge to stay indoors while the AC makes love to my skin and the urge to go outside and maybe pick up some Pokemons.
    Photos by Sutthaya





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    . July 28, 2016 .

    Dressed for Heat Stress

    . July 28, 2016 .












    Something about NYC in the summertime that seems super magical until it arrives. Don't be fooled, I may be smiling but it's because I am quite delirious. I hop scotch between the urge to stay indoors while the AC makes love to my skin and the urge to go outside and maybe pick up some Pokemons.
    Photos by Sutthaya





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    . July 25, 2016 .















    With questions like "So what’s the Lynn Kim Do story?", "You’re a big believer in honesty. What’s it like to be so raw in such a public arena?", and "Do you have any under the radar/secret spots you’d like to share?", Fab picked my brain and got me to give up some of my traveling secrets.

    I also dived in their website and handpicked some of my Travel Must Haves! Check it out here!

    Photos by Lynn Kim Do
    Written By Lynn Kim Do 


    . July 20, 2016 .
















    Being an artist is, quite factually, a lonely job occupation. Many want to be artists, are passionate at artism, but few actually art passionate about creating. So I admire Lindsey as an artist for creating but also, I am grateful to call her a friend. She is showing at the United Nations Headquarters on July 22nd, Friday. Don't miss out on this opportunity to see her one-of-a-kind pieces and shake the hands of a genuine and loving artist. RSVP!
    Photos by Lindsey Theong
    Yours Truly, Lynn Kim Do 





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    . July 18, 2016 .
















    Every time I travel, or every time I take a step out of my door, I leave my foot steps up to the universe but with a casual set of destinations on my mind. It could be the office...or Cuba (please, let it be Cuba!). I prefer life that way. Loosely structured, a dash of fantasy, a hint of hope, and a few sprigs of reality. 
    Photos by Sutthaya


    . July 14, 2016 .









    Actually, NYFWM is not my turf. It's filled with way more testosterone than I can handle. In fact, they take way more photos, are way pickier, each much less, and drink way harder. They make me feel low maintenance. (Thank you!) But, I do love my boys to death.
    Photos by Sutthaya 
    Written By Lynn Kim Do

    . July 12, 2016 .



    Some days need tomorrow desperately

    I wrote this poem on the subway as I rode back home from a day of events that seems all too irrelevant. However, there was one consistent set of thoughts, images, even clips that was caught in my mind in webs that I can’t seem to clear. And I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t even if I desperately wanted to. The fact is that there is loss. People are dying over perception, biasness, and…hate.

    At 1 AM, my roommate starts screaming my name from across the apartment. Her voice is low. As in, she is literally crouching on the ground.
    “Do you hear that?!”
    “…is that fireworks or gunshots?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t want to go near the window and look…”
    I approach the window. Smoke rises from the ground. There’s red everywhere—red paper.
    “It’s fireworks. Like a very long string of fireworks…like Chinese fireworks.”
    And, then I look at her. She is shaken up, terror in her eyes. And she says, “I thought it was gunshots. I was so scared.”
    "Are you going to be okay?"
    She looks at me. Confused as to what to feel, how to feel, and what had just happened, she says, "I think so."

    And the reality is, this is a very real fear now.

    Several hours before these kids decided to line up our block and light up a ton of fireworks, my roommate and I were sitting on our couch talking about Alton Sterling and Philando Castile…and then the police shooting in Dallas. It was and still is a solemn time. And then this… If this same scenario happened couple weeks ago, we would’ve just thought it was fireworks. Silly kids that we could probably relate to. We would give them mental dabs. I mean, at 16 years old, I would’ve done it myself. If I had enough Chinese explosives to line a street. It would be epic. I would laugh with my friends and we would talk about it for years, decades. But we’re not in that world anymore.

    We need love. We deserve love. Let us love.

    Photo by Vivi of Vivi Academy
    Written By Lynn Kim Do


    . July 9, 2016 .





    "CROP TOP, SPORTS BRA - SAME THING"



    "FUCK IT, MESH IT OUT"





    "CALL ME LOVELACE"



    Pieces by Nylon Shop 
    Photos by Nicholas Drew

    . July 6, 2016 .














    And by creep, I don't mean "asshole." Just awfully strange, like my girl Riri. Here are more of my current sneaker faves of this season.  

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