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    Lynn Kim Do

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

    Let me just try to convince you, for a fraction of a moment, that wearing no pants in 30-40 degrees is a great idea. You'll look amazing. You'll break the necks of a ton of strangers but maybe not for the same reason you'd like them to. You'll create a cloud of envy at your next family party. Because, let's face it, you got legs too beautiful to hide. And the bathroom breaks...will be so easy.

    Visuals by Georgie

    . December 29, 2016 .

    No Pants Convictions

    . December 29, 2016 .

    Let me just try to convince you, for a fraction of a moment, that wearing no pants in 30-40 degrees is a great idea. You'll look amazing. You'll break the necks of a ton of strangers but maybe not for the same reason you'd like them to. You'll create a cloud of envy at your next family party. Because, let's face it, you got legs too beautiful to hide. And the bathroom breaks...will be so easy.

    Visuals by Georgie

    . December 23, 2016 .

    Minutes from 8pm. On a Wednesday night. Low 30s and even more frightening winds. We decide to all split up and head home. Hard to tell if what I am feeling is disappointment or relief. We had decided to all gather together, some of which each were familiar with but not all collectively, on this cold evening after our 10 to 6s to hand out blessing bags filled with hand warmers, granola bars, scarves, tooth paste, tooth brushes, pads, among other things we can only hope will make those living in the street a bit more comfortable this winter. But the cold, the darkness, has made it harder for us to find them. And that is probably a good thing. I mean, they could use this bag. But they could probably appreciate shelter and heat more right now. I hope they’re somewhere warmer tonight. Right now. 

    Walking, practically running, to Astor Place to catch the 6 train, I am carrying two bags. One in each hand. I see a woman. She is stumbling. She is with a man. She is wearing a light jacket. Oh, how cold she must be. I can give her a goodie bag! Maybe him, too. I see him shake his head and walk away from her. Aggressively. As I approach her, she takes a hard swig out of her little bottle of FireBall. Oh. I see. 

    I keep walking, now almost in sporadic and sudden sprints. To get the blood going. My shoulders are high in any effort to cover any bare neck space. Past the corner where Pommes Frites use to be. The images of those far gone. Sad. Past Misoya Ramen. Oh man, I can use a large bowl of hot soup right now. Right before I make a left on St. Marks, I see a woman sitting on the ground against the Walk or Don’t Walk pole. Thin blankets surround her but how many would she really need to stop the concrete from biting back. Bags, many bags, are pressed against her back. Her hair is short. Like mine! But not quite like mine. I like her face. It’s gentle. 

    “Would you like a goodie bag?”
    “Yes! I would love one.” I didn’t have any real expectations but for whatever reason, I didn’t expect the enthusiastic tone laying in her tongue.
    “Here, please.”
    “Thank you. You know…” I can feel her pain. “I spend many Christmases alone.” I, I don't know what to say. To feel. I want her pain to go away.
    “I hope this one is better for you. And much warmer.” What did I just say? I’m a fucking idiot. Say something better!
    “I’m Linda. What’s your name?”
    “Nice to meet you Linda. I’m Lynn”
    “Thank you so much,” as she stuck out her hand.
    I grabbed hers, “No, thank you.”
    She takes that same hand to her heart. And I smiled and continued my route.

    But what she doesn’t know is that my route may have been the same. But I am. I am not the same. She is the one who gave to me. A larger gift, larger than anything I gave her in that brown bag. More meaningful than the hand written note we scribbled on 60 different postcards. She showed me hope. Hope in all it’s scales and weight. When loneliness creeps inside us or surrounds us. And as I sit this 6 train heading to Brooklyn, I dessert this interaction down to the core of its elements. I realize. I realize that there is always something to be hopeful for. Grateful for. And even loneliness, one of the largest obstacles I watch my closest friends and family break under, has room for hope. For life. 

    I will never forget this moment. Our interaction. And her.

    Visuals by Daniela
    . December 20, 2016 .

    If you want to feel like the badass bitch that you are, you have to start at the core. And that same philosophy applies to my beauty regimen. My face is the most precious, spoiled, and annoying part of my body. Yes, it’s like my child. It gets moody. It’s always thirsty. And I always pile it with shit for fun. Also, it looks great with blue lipstick.

    So, I suffer from very dry skin. I’m talking about flaky and patches of dry spots near the chin, some spots on my cheeks, and my forehead. I have an oily t-zone, too. I also break out here and there. So during the summer, I get very oily and then during the winter, I have super dry skin. And I’m a makeup wearing gal. Not a whole ton, but enough too clog your pores. So, I need something that doesn’t strip my face but removes all the impurities. I also need something that moisturizes my face.  Oh, and I live in New York City. The greatest city. But, also the dirtiest, grimiest city. So, pretty much, I need a miracle. I’ve tried almost everything under the sun. And I’ve done a ton of research. I’ve used foreign products and domestic products. Masks, one-product-tricks, moisturizers, toners, cleansers, makeup removers, oils, drug-store, luxury products. After 25 years of trying to get it right, I think I’ve finally got it. I’ve finally found a formula that my skin feels great about. 

    So without tugging on your patience any longer, I’ll disclose my skincare formula here now.

    Step 1) Makeup Remover
    I learned that there is no one trick pony to this kinda thing. If you want something to work, you have to do it correctly. I once asked a Korean expert how many steps there were in a typical Korean skin regimen. She said 10! TEN, people. No one has time for that. But what I do have time for is two cleansing steps. There’s no way around it.

    Step 2) Face Cleanser
    I need something that will remove every last trace of makeup without stripping my entire face and making it horribly dry. I also have very sensitive skin, so it has to be gentle enough so that it doesn’t cause breakouts.

    Step 3) Serum
    Okay, so when I was first introduced to Decorte, I was very skeptical. I mean, for the price…it better transform me to Halle Berry or something. But when I used their serum and face cream set for the first time. It literally changed my life. I don’t use anything else now. I also realized the difference between a toner and moisturizer. Think of toner as the panties between your skin and the pants. It’s just safer that way.

    Step 4) Moisturizer
    Let me continue my love letter to Decorte. Because I am so serious. The day cream is also built to fight environmental elements. HALLALUAH! Finally. And the night cream feels like a million little fairies are having deep slumber on my face until I get up in the morning. I never understood the difference between Day and Night creams, but for someone, like myself that has chronically dry skin, it’s important that I get the deep moisture at night and just the right amount during the day from the day cream so my face doesn’t look like an oily mess.

    Step 5) Masks & Other (optional)
    For me, masks are either for emergency pimple-y situations or for pure relaxation. I’ll share my top 3.

    Product: Fresh Rose Mask – multipurpose, relaxation, used as often as I want / Cedar + Stone Face Polish Scrub – deep hydration & exfoliation, great for body too, used once a week / Boscia Exfoliating Peel Gel – for when I feel like there’s a ton of trapped dirt and gahhhh on my face, for blemishes

    Visuals by Daniela & I

    . December 16, 2016 .

    You can walk this earth and it can be filled with the same joy you find at the bottom of a cereal bowl. The sweet, sweet rainbow sugar crystals swimming in a puddle of milk. Begging you to finish it.

    Or you can walk this earth with a cloud that knows no mercy and builds a bubble around you with the same humidity found in a subway car in the middle of July. The only one that is empty. Yes, the one with no working AC.

    Your choice. I know mine. 

    Visuals by Carlos
    Connor Tee - Threadworkshop Co
    Olive Shredded Denim - Rustic Dime
    Cropped Sweater - American Apparel
    Leather Jacket - Zara
    Argon High Heels - Isa Tapia
    Skinny Bar Choker - Enteresant 

    . December 14, 2016 .

    . December 12, 2016 .

    The world feels vast when you get out of your own bubble, your own city, your own home. It feels even bigger when you're half way across the world in a land where you're the foreigner. Communicating gets harder. Body language becomes more reliant. All of a sudden, you're the one with weird hair, weird accents, weird taste. 

    But I don't mind feeling weird. I like the exchange of shoes. Of perspective. How can I ever understand, even a minuscule amount, of those who made a new home out of New York City. Their struggle. The obstacles. 

    This is a gift. This vastness. 

    - changing shoes

    Visuals by Jackie Barr
    Denim Vest - Levis & DIY

    . December 7, 2016 .


    Faces I know. Faces I don't. Faces I will soon meet. Faces I would rather forget. Faces that launch a thousand ships. Butter faces is still a thing? Faces grazing by the sun. Faces in black and blue. Faces making up the acronym - RBF. Faces he makes just for you. 

    Let's face it.

    Visuals by Juliano
    Denim Jacket - "His" Closet
    Meeting of the Minds Tee - Isabella Rose Taylor
    Denim Skirt - DIY
    Denim Jeans - Vintage

    . December 6, 2016 .

    . December 5, 2016 .


    Day 3 & 4 of Art Basel with exclusive images from my personal collection. Looks like I'm heading back to NYC several shades darker, overly stimulated, and with a large desire to end my relationship with alcohol. Let's see how long that will last... 

    Visuals by Tina Maria & Lynn Kim Do
    . December 2, 2016 .




    Day 1 & 2 of Art Basel with exclusive images from my personal collection.

    Visuals by Tina Maria