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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.
    Amsterdam, Netherlands

    Jet lagged in Amsterdam







     



    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






     



    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 7, 2017 .