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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.

    Travel | A Stroll in Old Montreal













    I walk. I can walk for hours. I also found out this weekend that speed walking is a sport. An olympic sport. I took that class during PhysEd, sure. But my motivations included a strong dose of laziness and athletic rejection. Who knew. I guess, my gym teacher did.  But back then, I never trusted anyone who runs for fun. Oh god! What are you??

    But now, age has given me something called wisdom and something dumb and useful called experience. I realized that the thing that brings me utter joy always involve walking...or talking. Preferably, both. On a day like today, a light fabric falls on my body as I slip on some sneakers and socks (blisters aren't fun!).  So while my travel compadres are struggling to keep up with me, the enthusiasm of this new city drives every single step. I am mesmerized by the cobblestone, the French influence injected in every building, cuisine, language, and person. The perfect attire. The perfect weather. The perfect city. Oh, Montreal. And, the perfect stroll. 


    Photos by Pedro Morales
    By Lynn Kim Do





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    I walk. I can walk for hours. I also found out this weekend that speed walking is a sport. An olympic sport. I took that class during PhysEd, sure. But my motivations included a strong dose of laziness and athletic rejection. Who knew. I guess, my gym teacher did.  But back then, I never trusted anyone who runs for fun. Oh god! What are you??

    But now, age has given me something called wisdom and something dumb and useful called experience. I realized that the thing that brings me utter joy always involve walking...or talking. Preferably, both. On a day like today, a light fabric falls on my body as I slip on some sneakers and socks (blisters aren't fun!).  So while my travel compadres are struggling to keep up with me, the enthusiasm of this new city drives every single step. I am mesmerized by the cobblestone, the French influence injected in every building, cuisine, language, and person. The perfect attire. The perfect weather. The perfect city. Oh, Montreal. And, the perfect stroll. 


    Photos by Pedro Morales
    By Lynn Kim Do





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    . August 23, 2016 .