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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.

    Late Afternoon Lattes










    If morning coffees are a necessity, late afternoon lattes are just desperate tears of sanity. I'm sure I just stirred up a mix reaction with that last sentence. Some are like "Bitch, you need help," which I wouldn't complete argue against. While others had just read it over and didn't even flinch. Because to them, like me, we understand the very natural New York order of things. Shit, we've been through it together. (Whether we were actually together or metaphorically in this shithole together) The over twelve hour days in the office when I can no longer put propers words together to form real sentences. And the color swatches all begin to look alike. And all of a sudden, the way my coworker's nasally exhales begins to annoy the crap out of me, which it never had in the last 8 months we worked working together. When I am two threads away from breaking sanity, being held together by cold burritos and stale coffee beans. When alcohol felt like my friend the night before but then it stabs me in the back the next morning, and then again at 2pm, and then 6pm. And let's not talk about the late late night Redbulls. Fuck.

    I repeat, "I don't have a problem."

    Visuals by Amina












    If morning coffees are a necessity, late afternoon lattes are just desperate tears of sanity. I'm sure I just stirred up a mix reaction with that last sentence. Some are like "Bitch, you need help," which I wouldn't complete argue against. While others had just read it over and didn't even flinch. Because to them, like me, we understand the very natural New York order of things. Shit, we've been through it together. (Whether we were actually together or metaphorically in this shithole together) The over twelve hour days in the office when I can no longer put propers words together to form real sentences. And the color swatches all begin to look alike. And all of a sudden, the way my coworker's nasally exhales begins to annoy the crap out of me, which it never had in the last 8 months we worked working together. When I am two threads away from breaking sanity, being held together by cold burritos and stale coffee beans. When alcohol felt like my friend the night before but then it stabs me in the back the next morning, and then again at 2pm, and then 6pm. And let's not talk about the late late night Redbulls. Fuck.

    I repeat, "I don't have a problem."

    Visuals by Amina



    . February 28, 2017 .