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    Lynn Kim Do

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

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Fear starts and ends with you. 

    Fear can feel like the tiniest of papercuts. Not detrimental, not death-threatening. Yet it takes you in such an acute and definite way. This pain. For a second, you’re sure you’ll bleed out. But you'll be okay. And it hurts that you'll be okay. That you will move on like everyone else moves on. But. It. Will. Be. Okay.


    Fear can feel like the spark at the end of a match. Or the feeling you get right before you jump into the sea. Or the moment before you jump off a plane five-thousand feet off the ground as you’re strapped to a tall blonde man and a parachute. Or the moment you take your puppy in your arms knowing it’s yours forever. You can't explain it. It doesn't make sense. But it feels great!

    Fear can feel like it evolves like you and I evolve. Just when you're comfortable being single, being alone, fear comes in and sweeps you off your feet. Fear looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before and for once, you think you can give yourself and your heart to someone again. Or it can be the absolute opposite. Fear is sitting on a bed with no one to roll over to on the other side. Fear is starting over. Fear is eating alone. An unfollow, a facebook block, and a deleted contact. A deleted dependency. Fear is being all by yourself even for the sake of yourself.

    Fear can feel like the last page of your favorite book. Waiting, probing, anticipating the last word, the last moment, the last of everything. And it will come whether you like it or not. And you will exhale, glad you have taken that journey. Hoping you were still on it. But I'll tell you a secret, you'll pick up another book (and another journey).

    Fear isn't bad. It just wants you not to be afraid of it anymore. Happiness is promised on the other side, if you allow yourself not to talk yourself out of it.

    - fear


    Visuals by Thaya 
    Wearing -
    Sandals - Senso

    . May 31, 2017 .

    the other side of fear

    . May 31, 2017 .

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Neckbreakinstyle.com (outfit, the fifth label, fashion bunker, kapten and sons, denim skirt)

    Fear starts and ends with you. 

    Fear can feel like the tiniest of papercuts. Not detrimental, not death-threatening. Yet it takes you in such an acute and definite way. This pain. For a second, you’re sure you’ll bleed out. But you'll be okay. And it hurts that you'll be okay. That you will move on like everyone else moves on. But. It. Will. Be. Okay.


    Fear can feel like the spark at the end of a match. Or the feeling you get right before you jump into the sea. Or the moment before you jump off a plane five-thousand feet off the ground as you’re strapped to a tall blonde man and a parachute. Or the moment you take your puppy in your arms knowing it’s yours forever. You can't explain it. It doesn't make sense. But it feels great!

    Fear can feel like it evolves like you and I evolve. Just when you're comfortable being single, being alone, fear comes in and sweeps you off your feet. Fear looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before and for once, you think you can give yourself and your heart to someone again. Or it can be the absolute opposite. Fear is sitting on a bed with no one to roll over to on the other side. Fear is starting over. Fear is eating alone. An unfollow, a facebook block, and a deleted contact. A deleted dependency. Fear is being all by yourself even for the sake of yourself.

    Fear can feel like the last page of your favorite book. Waiting, probing, anticipating the last word, the last moment, the last of everything. And it will come whether you like it or not. And you will exhale, glad you have taken that journey. Hoping you were still on it. But I'll tell you a secret, you'll pick up another book (and another journey).

    Fear isn't bad. It just wants you not to be afraid of it anymore. Happiness is promised on the other side, if you allow yourself not to talk yourself out of it.

    - fear


    Visuals by Thaya 
    Wearing -
    Sandals - Senso

    . May 25, 2017 .



    Here is a picture of home. Of my city. Lovely, isn't it? But sometimes, you can get sick of your own bed, too. So if you have an intense desire to leave. If you desire to escape. To go away. With the intention of that one thing to be fixed by the time you get back. Then you're going to be very disappointed.

    If it's one thing I learned in my years of pursuing different spaces, sitting in airports, meticulously setting itineraries, eating peanuts, eating things I never new existed, seeing paintings I've only read in textbooks, or speaking to people with experiences miles away from mine and just as different, traveling will only answer the arbitrary. In fact, traveling is the answer when your soul feels jaded, compromised, or half empty or even 3/4 empty. Travel will give you what you need whether or not you knew exactly what you actually need. It might not even be specific. It also won't make too much sense right away.

    And just like trying sushi, you may not like it the first time around. I guess, it's also like having sex for the first time. It can be painful. And it can be expensive (this one is about traveling not sex). But I know that I kept trying. I kept going. From the Dominican Republic's resort to Country Hopping in Europe, I have quite evolved in all levels of travel. So now that I'm back in New York, I find myself asking, well, myself a few questions, just to check in. I always do.

    “Well Lynn, did you get what you came for?”
    My soul says yes. Why? I'm not too sure. I know I miss home and that's the indication, the success flag, if you will. I know that when I stepped my foot back in my home city, I will be the right amount of different, and maybe the more appropriate word is "inspiration", to take my life back on. Nothing will change around me when my space feels all too familiar. My room will still be messy af. My fridge will still be lacking enough soy sauce, like it always has. And my hustle will still be there, probably more aggressively and with no welcome home hug. But that's okay. I will be different. And that’s what I wanted.

    “What's different?”
    I learned patience. I learned from the Europeans that relaxing is just as important as grinding. To slow the fuck down. Enjoy it. Put your feet up. You deserve it. I deserve it. No guilt trips necessary. I also learned that GMOs make people fat. Don't be stupid. It's the truth. Van Gogh taught me that creativity isn't about being original. It's about taking everything you are inspired by, copy it, and make it yours. Make it yours with a definite opinion.

    And I know what you're thinking...you don't need to travel to learn that. But I will tell you what the internet or your local experience won't give you. It won’t give the authenticity of an experience. It won’t give you the layers and layers delicious food, beautiful people, foreign languages, and memories that accompany these lessons. And one evening while you’re trying to desperately figure something out, one tiny detail of your travels will help decipher something. It will continue to reward you. Over and over again.
    . May 22, 2017 .







    I am here. Where the greatest minds have placed pen to paper, thoughts to action, love to bodies, and cared to hate it at the same time. I've read Tropics Of Cancer and he describes Paris in its ugliness and beauty as raw as he would New York City. What he sees in both cities, I care to find out. I care to find out why Henry Miller came here penniless. And stayed. Why Picasso chose to die in France? Or how Paris decided to give birth to Claude Monet? I need to find out. If I can't find out, let me at least breathe the same air as them. Let me breathe in the brilliance. Maybe I can walk away with a fraction of it. Or maybe if I eat enough croissants and drink enough espressos, I can see what they see.

    Visuals by Pedro Morales
    Wearing:
    Sweater - Zara
    Denim Button Up - Madewell



    . May 19, 2017 .





    I stalked Paris down months before going, kinda like I would an ex boyfriend. Although this wasn't my first rodeo in this beautiful city, it was my boyfriend's first time which meant I got to do the whole touristy thing again! I'm not too mad about it because sometimes the second time is actually way more special than the first. I knew exactly what I wanted to see and I knew exactly what my boyfriend would enjoy. Like going to your favorite restaurant and bringing your best friend, you just want to explore the whole menu on top of your favorite dishes. Here is a guide I created, with much love, sweat, and dreams, just for you:

    See:
    Head to Place de Trocadero and catch the Eiffel Tower view
    Visit the Grand Palace and take an IG worthy photo at Les Deux Plateaux. Here's mine, if you don't believe me.
    Climb Sacré-Cœur Basilica, the highest point of the city
    Visit the Arc de Triomphe and walk in the middle of the street to catch a straight on view like all the crazies out here.





    Do:
    Visit the Louvre Museum. You can literally send the whole day there or the whole week. It's closed on Tuesdays. Get tickets in advance!
    Then go to the Musée d'Orsay to see art that you've read in high school! Also reserve your tickets so you don't have to wait in the long line.
    Have a picnic at the Luxembourg Gardens
    Get a painting or your portrait done in Montmartre, then grab some wine!
    Shop off the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
    Hang out at Canal Saint Martin, a super cute and fun neighborhood.
    Catch Le Crazy Horse cabaret show, literally my favorite part of my trip!




    Drink & Eat:
    Have a Parisian breakfast at Café Popote
    Find Le Comptoir Général, a hidden Afrikan bar, and grab a drink
    Grab a Beet Matcha Latte at Poenies (and their avocado toast!)
    Have the best Cambodian / Vietnamese meal in your life at Le Cambodge
    Get brunch at the newest IT spot HolyBelly
    Have a classic French meal at Le Relais De l’Entrecôte
    Finally, get authentic macaroons at Ladurée



    Tips:
    Spend Sunday at Le Marais since most things are closed and streets are quite empty on Sundays.
    There are con artists everywhere so just politely ignore them and you'll be fine.
    Tip is generally included and aren't expected at restaurants.
    Uber is available in Paris and a reasonable way to get around.
    For a more local experience, use the subway! Google map your destination and it will tell you exactly how to get from point A to point B.
    There is no tax on food!
    But there is tax on clothes and accessories. If you're splurging, save your receipt and claim back the tax at the airport.
    Bring comfy shoes if you plan to really explore! Sometimes, getting lost is the best idea to get to know a city.
    People are very very polite in Paris, contrary to the myth that the French are assholes. Just don't be ignorant!
    Also, order a outlet adapter before you go! I use this one.


    Visuals by Pedro Morales & My Personal Images

    . May 17, 2017 .







       



    Give me something dirty. Grimy even. Something sassy. That Parisian kinda sassiness. Leaving Amsterdam, the perfect city, and entering Paris, the city city, I can’t help but notice the difference. Amsterdam was beautiful, but TOO beautiful. It was too perfect. And Paris, well, Paris feels a little more fucked up. The subway stinks. There are con artists in every district waiting to get into your wallet. There’s concrete, plenty of concrete. Kinda like New York City but older. Centuries older. Each wall that holds a building up. Each time I order an espresso or say Merci, it feels like it has existed way longer. Rich in history. For some strange reason, Paris feels like home.

    Visuals by Pedro Morales


    . May 15, 2017 .









    Amsterdam is THE perfect city. It’s every city I’ve seen, every liberal thought, every great part within all these cities gently placed together. Marijuana is legal, normal, celebrated, and embraced. Homosexuality is normal. Is beautiful. Prostitution, well hey, it has it’s own place here and regulated. The streets are clean. Like, really really clean. The trains (tram and bus, too) easy easy to navigate and reliable. Bikes are fun, decorated, and has their very own dedicated lanes. More than walkways, tbh. This list that I'm about to divulge is something that can all be accomplished in 2-3 days. It's fit for a couple, a group trip, or even a solo one. If you're only in Amsterdam for a weekend or a week, these ten things can fit perfectly within your own itinerary.

    What you must do in Amsterdam:
    1. Drink Heineken.
    Drink it any chance you get because it's cheaper than water. And it's vacation so who cares if you wash down your morning eggs with a beer. I won't judge. If beer isn't your thing, Amsterdam is also known for their gin. Try a specialty gin and tonic cocktail! Or drink both. I did.

    2. Visit the Van Gogh Museum!
    I can not stress this enough. My experience and process of getting to know Van Gogh himself in his own country changed me. He is a brilliant man and totally crazy. Just my type, I guess. Tip: Get your ticket online so you don't have to wait in line. It will save you a ton of time, hassle, and get this...they take e-tickets!

    3. Take the Canal Tour
    There are over 1000 canals in Amsterdam. It pretty much makes up Amsterdam. It will be a sin not to take the Canal Tour to learn a little history and see the architecture of this gorgeous city. You can choose day tours or night tours. I booked mine by just googling it!
     
    4. Now go see the Ritzjmuseum.
    I wouldn't try to visit both museums in the same day. It's a LOT to take in! There's Van Gogh which took up most of my mind for the entire day when I went and then there's the Ritzjmuseum which is much larger! You must see the Rembrandt piece. Tip: Book this online, too! This is a very popular museum so the lines can get crazy!

    5. Walk the Red Light District
    C'mon, how do you go to Amsterdam and not see what the Red Light District is all about? It's actually very regulated and the Red Light District has shrunk in terms of size. There's also really great Chinese food nearby. LOL. I don't know why that was relevant but I find it ironic. Pictures are NOT allowed. But trust me, your eyes are more than enough for this particular experience.

    6. Visit Anne Frank's Huis
    Every single person in my generation has a core attachment to Anne Frank. From an early age when we were forced to read her diary even though it was really the most exciting book we've ever got our hand on at that age, we found something in her words we all could relate to. Being in the actual space that she was in for two years as she was in the brink of survival, now that's remarkable. Make sure you reserve a spot and a ticket online many days in advance!
    7. Smoke at a Cannabis Coffeeshop
    Here's a tip: Cafes are actually coffee shops. Coffeeshops are smoke shops that serve coffee, too. You really can't go wrong. I thoroughly enjoyed Dampkring. It has a NYC atmosphere, a cat that you can pet while you're high af, and pretty friendly staff.

    8. Eat French Fries at Vlaams Friteshuis Vleminckx
    I am a french fries fanatic and this place is number one for a reason. IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!  They have so many sauce choices. I decided to go with the Samurai sauce. It's fried perfectly, crunchy, golden, and honestly, divine. You won't regret it.

    9. Have a Waffle.
    Or have 9 of them. Every single step you make around this city will be teased with some sort of waffle nearby. From stooplewaffles to thick waffles with whatever toppings your heart desire, how can anyone escape from it? I mean, why would you want to escape from it?

    10. Visit the Cheese Museum.
    Okay so I know that half of this list is food, but why travel if you're not going to explore the exquisite cuisines of another nation or culture? That's my very long-winded motto anyway. Do yourself a favor and visit The Cheese Museum. It's right in the Joordan Neighborhood (very hip!). There are plenty of cheese samples. Let me repeat: THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF CHEESE SAMPLES.
    Bonus (more food, pretty much):
    If you want a full Dutch meal experience, you must visit The Pantry. It is quaint and they have prixe fix menus so you can try a little of everything. We were so happy to run into this place. Other restaurants you must try when in Amsterdam: Pikoteo for tapas, Madam, Gs for Brunch, Foodhallen, Merkelbach for outdoor dining, Guts and Glory, Oriental City, and De Kas.






    Visuals by Pedro Morales & My Personal Roll
    Wearing:

    . May 13, 2017 .









    When I booked the flight to Europe, the World Wide Web told me in confidence that it would be blooming season. But what the fuck did that even mean? And could it be an over-diagnosis like a cough on WebMD morphing into a cancer diagnosis? Oh, the internet. How I hate and love you. So I took my chances. I stepped foot into Amsterdam and was instantly welcomed with 50s to 60s weather, beautiful flowers like these hanging thingies and magnificent tulips which Amsterdam is very well-known for, and thus, a ton of allergies. I guess this also had one more perk: the perfect weather for sheer tops, distressed jeans, and the right amount of metal.

    Visuals by Pedro Morales


    . May 11, 2017 .



    Sleep is my utmost favorite thing in the entire world. More than food. People who have issues sleeping, well, that’s not me. That’s anything but me. So when deciding where I’m going to be laying my precious head the moment I step foot into Europe, I can get very particular. Here are 8 reasons why I chose citizenM Amsterdam (and it’s not just the bed!).

    1. The Huge XL Bed.
    They are not kidding about this bed. It is huge. In fact, it takes up most of the room. My boyfriend is 6'1 and never felt so small in a bed before. It was so nice to be able to rest my body on this large cloud after walking 4-8 miles a day.
    2. The Waterfall Shower
    Besides the huge bed, the shower is so special, too. It's a waterfall shower. As in it feels like god's rain is hitting your body blessing you with cleanliness. 


    3. Light DJ
    So my favorite part of my room is probably very impractical. You can control the lights with their iPad. You can change the colors, too!! They also have moods what you can click and viola! You don't even need to decide anything. Just press a button and the lights will change, music will play, and serenade the emotion you're dwelling in at the moment. 

    4. The Buffet Breakfast
    I usually hate buffet anything. I think it's because my parents LOVED buffets when I was growing up and scarred me for life. But this...this is life changing. Their spread was delicious. It was so fresh. It was everything I wanted to eat and more. For days and months ahead, I will be craving their perfectly scrambled eggs, smokes salmon, and plump tomatoes. 
    5. Metrocard
    citizenM is a few steps away from the tram. The only problem was that we didn't know how to get on the tram. There were no ticket booths, no information as to where we can get a ticket, nothing. I freaked! Until I read the little citizenM book in my room and it said, "we sell metrocards." Holy shit, thank the baby jesus. I had zero idea on how to get around and it was literally right in my face. Or right under the same roof, actually. LOL
    6. citizenM Bikes
    And if you don't feel like taking the tram around, they also have bikes! What don't they have??

    7. Crafted cocktails
    Upon booking your appointment, you get two complimentary drinks at the bar. Amsterdam is known for Heineken and their gin. I recommend choosing one of their specialty gin cocktails. You won't regret it!
    8. Unlimited Free Movies
    I know what you're thinking, why would movies matter when you're in a different country? I'll tell you why... When you've spent 8 hours walking over 8 miles and you're mind can not possibly absorb any more information, a movie on a giant soft bed can be your savior. It sure saved me. 
    . May 7, 2017 .







     



    It's 5pm and my thoughts run between to points: the excitement of being in a new country for the very first time and the struggle of just being on a flight for almost 12 hours (with a layover). It's a true 58 degrees Fahrenheit here. Like, it's pretty fucking cold here. But that's the temperature that New Yorkers bite through in their short shorts and flip flops at the first sign of Spring. Not here, though. People still wore long overcoats. People here are, in fact, smart af.

    5pm turns into 6pm, and then 7pm, and museums are closed. So we think of the only natural way to start our trip, a visit to the Foodhallen. Can't wait to show you more in my Amsterdam roundup. But for now, I'm still low-key dying.

    Visuals by Pedro Morales
    . May 1, 2017 .



    My past is chasing me.

    In the last two weeks, old feelings, old faces, and old pictures have been surfacing. I blame Broad City. The stupid Facebook feature. And retrograde. Let me explain…

    Broad City reminds me of the friendship I always tried to obtain but never achieved. Not because my friends are bad (love ya, bitches!) or that I'm a shitty person (mm, maybe). Friendships like Abbi and Ilana’s are almost nonexistent. Not to say that they don't exist or there's moment on that show that I couldn't absolutely relate to. I could. But this show described 10 of my friends from 10 very different situations in my life that required a Facetime throwup cause I’m too drunk fest.

    Simultaneously I am doing my monthly Facebook check, and the memories shit pops up. I hate these photos. I despise them. I have them because they are precious memories. But I don’t want to see them! It wants to show me what I did and who I was with five years ago when I was a completely different person. I barely know that Lynn anymore. Or that person I’m doing a fishbowk stand in Jersey Shore with. But I catch myself missing the feeling. The feeling of having that one or two or three person/s that I spoke to every single day. But what I don't miss is what went wrong. The ego. The unreturned efforts. The fight.

    And fuck you retrograde. You made me sit in retrospection and you made my phone shut off for no goddamn reason. And miss the train. And feel like an emotional wreck.

    So yeah. I had to talk myself out of...myself. And with the help of my best friend--my boyfriend--I knew that this was temporary. And I am okay. And I am not alone in this feeling. Or this world.

    Visuals by Juliano