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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.

    Street Talk | Tomorrow (A Poem)



    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




    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 12, 2016 .