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    Lynn Kim Do

    there's nothing to hide and no one to hide from, especially yourself
    New York, NY, USA










    Pull it up, darling. And I don’t mean your skirt. I’m actually talking about your leggings. I’ve always worn my gym bottoms pulled all the way to my belly button. I guess it’s because my belly button gets cold. Also, I really like the look. It makes everyone's tushes look delicious. And it covers way more skin than usual, which is useful when you have really creepy guys oogling you at the gym (or in the street) when all you want to do is walk around, mad pretty, in your sports bra and leggings. Can’t a girl live!?!? So I’m glad one brand got the hint—Reebok’s Perfect Never.

    And as a street wear fanatic, sportswear isn’t too far off my radar. In fact, if I had it my way, I would just live in gym clothes every day. I know my boyfriend does. (JEALOUS) But I did wear this outfit out. To dinner. And did a whole ab circuit in it. To an event, even. AND I received a compliment here and there. So moral of the story is: do what you want. Someone, like Reebok, will catch the hint and make the perfect outfit that fits all your lazy desires (like mine).

    And maybe that's why they're called "Perfect Never." Because "wanting it all", and you may agree to agree or to disagree, doesn't usually happen. But we can try, the way we try to be perfect. And that's okay. We're never perfect and we don't normally get what we want. But those small celebrations of "perfection" or "getting your way" is worthwhile.

    - perfect never

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    Visuals by Danna Hymanson
    Wearing:






    . October 29, 2016 .

    perfect never

    . October 29, 2016 .










    Pull it up, darling. And I don’t mean your skirt. I’m actually talking about your leggings. I’ve always worn my gym bottoms pulled all the way to my belly button. I guess it’s because my belly button gets cold. Also, I really like the look. It makes everyone's tushes look delicious. And it covers way more skin than usual, which is useful when you have really creepy guys oogling you at the gym (or in the street) when all you want to do is walk around, mad pretty, in your sports bra and leggings. Can’t a girl live!?!? So I’m glad one brand got the hint—Reebok’s Perfect Never.

    And as a street wear fanatic, sportswear isn’t too far off my radar. In fact, if I had it my way, I would just live in gym clothes every day. I know my boyfriend does. (JEALOUS) But I did wear this outfit out. To dinner. And did a whole ab circuit in it. To an event, even. AND I received a compliment here and there. So moral of the story is: do what you want. Someone, like Reebok, will catch the hint and make the perfect outfit that fits all your lazy desires (like mine).

    And maybe that's why they're called "Perfect Never." Because "wanting it all", and you may agree to agree or to disagree, doesn't usually happen. But we can try, the way we try to be perfect. And that's okay. We're never perfect and we don't normally get what we want. But those small celebrations of "perfection" or "getting your way" is worthwhile.

    - perfect never

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    Visuals by Danna Hymanson
    Wearing:






    . October 27, 2016 .











    The real reason why I'm always finding the shadow is because... if you really must know...
    It is because I have incredibly chinky eyes and unless you want over 200 photos of me squinting like a freak, eyes fully shut, or cross-eyed, then please...let a woman indulge in some shadow. I should've called this blog post "Let An Asian See."

    - let an asian see

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    Visuals: Atisha Paulson
    Wearing:







    . October 24, 2016 .



    Fairy tales are real. If you don't believe me, well then...believe with your pretty eyes!

    Sincerely yours,
    . October 20, 2016 .



    I’ve never been the politically riveting type. I don’t find satisfaction in participating in heated debates on first dates or even last dates. I rather talk about sports. And I don’t know shit about sports. In fact, I can still be your friend if you hate the Steelers, while I, I adore the black and yellow BEST FUCKING TEAM EVER. I digress. When it comes to politics, it’s a bit different. People always surprise me. Often times, I can’t help but look at them a little differently. I notice that although sports have childhood brainwash-like roots, politics are absolutely created through intensive early on brainwashing and rigid, constant, Fox vs CNN perpetual brainwashing. Luckily, I’ve also noticed that many of my friends are self-educated. They weren’t raised by a politic. They chose one. By self-anointment, I am quite independent. I sway more liberal and democratic but I am naturally an undecided voter. Equally, I never know what I’m going to eat for lunch. Team Pizza or Team Salad? AHHHH.

    ERRRRR….politics. So, why am I doing politics on my blog? Let me begin with—Well, I am a human being. I’ve never tried to be who I am not. I think. I feel. And I’m really good at throwing up every single emotion or thought into this space. Or any one who wants to hear it. As an influencer, as a decent living organism occupying this society and more specifically, United States, it is very important that we all have an opinion. Especially during the 2016 election where the outcome will clearly be life-changing.

    Clearly from the title of this post, you already know who I will be voting for. I’m with her. I'm with the nasty woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone including Trump. I’ve read both parties. I’ve heard many arguments. I've watched every debate. Trying, as I will, to stay as open and forgiving as possible. I have made a very conscious decision that not only am I voting for the first time ever (BAD LYNN!) with a Mail In Ballot (I’m going to be in Thailand for this very earth-shattering occasion, and maybe thankfully so), but I’m also going to vote for Hillary Clinton.  And let me tell you why?

    Yeah, she’s dishonest. But on the scale of dishonesty, Trump tips the scale so heavy that there is no scale. I’ve never seen a man, let alone a man running to be president, say something on live television in front of millions to convince us to trust, to believe, and then 30 minutes say, “I did not say that.” And this happens over and over again. He says he doesn't support the Iraq War. Lie. He says he didn't dismiss the allegations by insinuating that the woman are far too below him to even consider...assaulting? Lie. So many lies.

    He will move this country backwards and have bigotry and hate run rampart. When he said, “Law & Order” (wait, isn’t that a television show?) over and over again and then followed up…with stop & frisk, I almost fell off my chair. It is racial profiling. And yes, it is unconstitutional. He says it isn't. He has insulted Muslims, Mexicans, the Disabled, and women. Unapologetically so. As a woman, as an Asian woman, I can not by every fiber in my being support someone who is against every fiber in me. Disgraceful. I could cry. I am so angry. How can we possibly, as children of the free world, allow this to continue. Our ancestors, our grandfathers and mothers, have fought so hard. Shed blood. Ink. Sweat. Tears. To have us come closer to justice, equality, and freedom. To have it all ripped from under us.

    Yes, your taxes will be reduced with Trump. If indeed, you are the 1%. Everyone else, including myself and the middle class, you're taxes will be raised. Good luck. If Clinton is elected President, sure, the wealth will not be as wealthy. But you will have your house. You will have food on your table. You will see your children attend private school. You will pay taxes like you always had. Or should have. I pay and most of us pay 30-35% on our paycheck. Are you above the law because you own a business? For us, counting every penny, not quite sure where we’ll be tomorrow, little saved, little chances, education-deprived, every piece taken from us is a punch in the gut. Every time you, Trump, don’t pay your taxes, you take from us. You can think selfishly, and as much as you may think…one for one. Who is going to be there for you, when you have all but you and you can’t be there for yourself. You’ll rely on us and those who believe, and rightfully so, all for one and one for all. Our government is NOT a business. It is for humans. It has business components, but in the end, it is here to protect us not to create revenue recklessly.

    How can we forget the bigger picture? When we were built on a larger dream, built by hands who saw the dream, and fulfilled these dreams generation after generation. We can’t forget. We will not forget. We will vote. If you disagree with me, I can respect it, as long as you have an opinion and you stand behind something.

    Sincerely yours,


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    Visuals by Amina Gingold 




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    . October 18, 2016 .









    How do you stay true to yourself when you're somewhere a little too stiff for your taste? You make the place work for you. Twist and sculpt it in your mind. Have it adjust for you and not the other way around. Unexpected things can happen, like a skirt and dress malfunction turn absolutely right. To others, it may seem all wrong. Tomato, apple. Same thing. 

    - maleable 


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    Visuals by Georgie Hunter
    Wearing:
    Plaid Button Up Dress - Vintage //
    C/MEO Collective Skirt - Fashion Bunker (similar) //





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    . October 14, 2016 .








    Do you remember in the early 2000s when wordy graphic tees were a huge thing? It was like everything that came out of my own mouth didn’t carry enough statement. I needed a t-shirt that was loud and bold to tell everyone I meet, pass by, or see again to understand something about myself. I had a stance. Whether it was how much I freaking loved pizza or the Sesame Streets or some mo quote. It was a feeling. Something that could be summed up in one word or several. Damn, it was so simple back then. And I miss it.

    Was this all fondness or sarcasm? Well, I tried. (You may now say—Nice Try!)

    - nice try


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    Visuals by Erika Dickstein 
    Wearing:
    Nice Try Tee - Urban Outfitters //
    Leather Shorts - One Teaspoon //




    . October 11, 2016 .



    The pressure to celebrate 25 is almost as frightening as turning 25. I enjoyed the idea of getting older at almost every inch of my life. Until now. But in all honesty, that's nothing new. You've heard every 25 woe and if you haven't had the chance to, well, get ready for it. 25 will come abruptly, faster than you can ever be prepared for, and filled with 25 years worth of embarrassing photos (like the one of you butt-naked in a bathtub...I won't say how old), regrettable decisions (but no take-backs), way too many shitty friends and the one or two friends you still have standing, and the success you’ve achieved (you managed to stay alive and didn't die from microwave radiation poisoning...congratulations!). I told a stranger—a man I barely knew the name of—how old I was turning and he reassured me by saying "well, it's really over for you after 30..." Comforting. I can't wait to combust at the turn of 30 years.  So how does one celebrate that? Celebrate many losses, painful gains, being able to rent a freaking car now (a very sarcastic “yay!”), and just plain ol’ being old af. 

    There were many options...and the suffocating pressure to do something huge. My 24 year old friend said, "understandably so...you're turning 25." Gulp. Do I throw a huge party? Rooftop? House party? Airbnb? If you really think about all those parties you've ever donehosting sucks! You can't even enjoy your own birthday. You have to catch up with your high school friends all while making sure all of your different groups get along and not rip each other apart. Everyone must be drunk (but you and if you do get drunk...the rush of guilt ensues because everyone must be happy even at the cost of your happiness.) No, no, I do that every year. This year must be different. I AM DIFFERENT. I am ripe. I want to enjoy myself for once.

    Do I do 25 things? I made a list of 25 things. It's literally sitting in my phone. I even tweeted it. Some are really really good. Some are ehhhh. But then I decided it was just way too much work. I’ll save it for another birthday year when I want to torture myself instead. I don't even have 25 free days in one year. Nor enough 0's in my bank account to ride a helicopter and 24 other equally expensive activities. I don't have enough guts to get anymore very rushed, VERY PERMANENT, reckless tattoos just so I can tell my future grandchildren or grand-doggies that "Mommy did 25 things for her 25th birthday and this cherry tattoo is one of them." Ugh, gross. Future me would punch me now. 

    OR, I can do nothing. Expect nothing. It's essentially just another day, right? Why put so much pressure on another day on the calendar. Why be selfish? Why? FUCK. Who am I kidding? The control freak, inner-alcoholic, any-excuse-to-do-dumb-shit, Lit-Lynn will never forgive herself if she let her 25th birthday go without any stories to tell.

    So...what will I do? Honestly, I don’t know. But I am one year older, a quarter century into existence, and I am surprisingly, absolutely, very happy. I’ve accomplished a lot. And although, I would argue tooth and nail that my accomplishments are not worth celebrating, my friends would differ. And for once, I’m not going to argue with them. I have grown so much. I have so many thoughtful, beautiful, and inspiring friends. And I am here, typing away, sculpting and chipping away at my feelings to all of three people who actually read this. And it’s okay.

    So again, what am I going to do? Whatever the fuck I want to do tomorrow. And carry it over to EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. this year. 

    Rather Die Young Moto Jacket - High Heels Suicide

    Visuals by Pedro Morales 
    . October 3, 2016 .









    We’re all trying to connect. To create a bridge. To…maybe…even close a gap.
    So here comes Absolut Art with such a rich history in creating unique relationships with artists, for instance—Andy Warhol, curating them, and even creating names for lesser-known ones, and they want to push their very special gift even further. They’re going to push it in our hands. Admirable, I would say. They preach transparency. They promise affordability. They, well, could be and would be probably be the only vodka brand able to do so. And as I loiter in this beautiful two-day Absolut Art preview, I recognize the value in what they have. It’s hard to miss the amount of thought and the very oh-so-human elements placed into this gorgeous loft. The artwork speaks volumes. But the people behind Absolut Art and their desire screams a tad bit louder.


    Absolut Art launches Oct 5. Do yourself a favor and check them out.

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    Visuals by Kim Geronimo