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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.

    Rants about Broad City, Facebook, and Retrograde



    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



    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

    . May 1, 2017 .