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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.

    Paris, you da one.







       



    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








       



    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 17, 2017 .