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    Lynn Kim Do

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











    There's not a day that goes by that I don't ask myself am I being the best person I can be right now? Did I hurt someone's feelings today? Did I make the ethical right decision? Or, was that a genuine response? And yes, some (or all) of this seems like a stroll away from paranoia. My friend and I have even blamed it being a Libra thing. We constantly find ourselves discussing the endless cycle of self-retrospection, of unreturned efforts, or oppsies and fuckkkkk, did I do that? Gag. Is that an exclusively millennial thing? Oh, god, here goes the paranoia again.

    But think about it, how much of an impact do we make in our everyday life? How much impact do I make in my everyday life? Especially when I am living in one of the largest cities in the world. So large, we’re forced to live on top of each other. Sometimes, I’d just much rather text you than click the green button on your phone call. It’s not personal but I’m really enjoying a solo walk home and I’m lowkey stalking an elderly couple walking down the street together (kills me every time). At events, I walk in and immediately see at least eight people that I’d love to have deep conversations with but that’s impossible, especially when there’s an open bar involved. So then I’m rude to like 6 people out of the 8. While I’m eating, I may or may not be singing a song and dancing to my own tummy tune while you’re talking.  I also have an uncanny act for saying goodbye but taking so long to leave the actual space that we end up walking out together. Or worse, standing in the elevator for 25 floors together. And then saying bye again. Awk. And I make a lot of people uncomfortable. It’s a gift, truly. Also, did I text my mom back today? (She’s going to text me shortly after I post this.) If that isn’t enough, we have the Internet. Where impact extends beyond our spatial limitations. A comment or even a heart can go a long way. It is one emoji or LOL away from bullying or a smile. So is it crazy for me to be concerned with giving the right and most positive impact at all times?

    It must be really liberating for people that don't think like that. To not care. To do things without an ounce of empathy for others. It's just you. I envy those people but I also enjoy being person that I am. It comes at a cost but most great things do.


    Visuals by Thaya 
    Wearing -
    Denim Top - One Teaspoon
    Denim Skirt - DIY
    Denim Jeans - Pacsun
    Denim Choker - MD.13 
    Nude Perplex Strappy Heels - Public Desire




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    . July 17, 2017 .

    did I do that?

    . July 17, 2017 .











    There's not a day that goes by that I don't ask myself am I being the best person I can be right now? Did I hurt someone's feelings today? Did I make the ethical right decision? Or, was that a genuine response? And yes, some (or all) of this seems like a stroll away from paranoia. My friend and I have even blamed it being a Libra thing. We constantly find ourselves discussing the endless cycle of self-retrospection, of unreturned efforts, or oppsies and fuckkkkk, did I do that? Gag. Is that an exclusively millennial thing? Oh, god, here goes the paranoia again.

    But think about it, how much of an impact do we make in our everyday life? How much impact do I make in my everyday life? Especially when I am living in one of the largest cities in the world. So large, we’re forced to live on top of each other. Sometimes, I’d just much rather text you than click the green button on your phone call. It’s not personal but I’m really enjoying a solo walk home and I’m lowkey stalking an elderly couple walking down the street together (kills me every time). At events, I walk in and immediately see at least eight people that I’d love to have deep conversations with but that’s impossible, especially when there’s an open bar involved. So then I’m rude to like 6 people out of the 8. While I’m eating, I may or may not be singing a song and dancing to my own tummy tune while you’re talking.  I also have an uncanny act for saying goodbye but taking so long to leave the actual space that we end up walking out together. Or worse, standing in the elevator for 25 floors together. And then saying bye again. Awk. And I make a lot of people uncomfortable. It’s a gift, truly. Also, did I text my mom back today? (She’s going to text me shortly after I post this.) If that isn’t enough, we have the Internet. Where impact extends beyond our spatial limitations. A comment or even a heart can go a long way. It is one emoji or LOL away from bullying or a smile. So is it crazy for me to be concerned with giving the right and most positive impact at all times?

    It must be really liberating for people that don't think like that. To not care. To do things without an ounce of empathy for others. It's just you. I envy those people but I also enjoy being person that I am. It comes at a cost but most great things do.


    Visuals by Thaya 
    Wearing -
    Denim Top - One Teaspoon
    Denim Skirt - DIY
    Denim Jeans - Pacsun
    Denim Choker - MD.13 
    Nude Perplex Strappy Heels - Public Desire




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    . July 11, 2017 .









    Growing up, there weren’t too many Asian female characters I could relate to. Actually there wasn't one at all, except perhaps the fictional kitten that went by the name of Hello Kitty. Hello Kitty was, in fact, the Barbie of my childhood. I looked more like her (even though she has ears) than a Barbie doll. She was cute. She was cuddly. She was a bad ass bitch that was relentlessly herself. And she was there for me. On weekends, my mom didn't take my brothers and me to Toys R Us. We went to Asian Food Market or HMart. Our toy store was exclusively in the Asian toy section of the supermarket. It was the only corner that exploded in bubble gum pink or emo brown and black (for Badtz-Maru). As I child I grouped my friends in to two categories— Badtz-Maru vs Hello Kitty. And sometimes one person can suddenly alter from a kind Hello Kitty to a mischievous Badtz-Maru. There was something for everyone including smelly flavored erasers and the cutest planners that were NEVER in English. It was amazing. But Hello Kitty, that girl, was always there with her red bow and cute smile to assure me that the candy package with her face on it was going to be delicious. And guess, what? It was! What made Hello Kitty even cooler was that my white friends loved them too! Finally, we have something we can relate to until we grew into our hard liquor days. Everybody loved her. And it wasn't weird to bring a Hello Kitty lunchbox even though what I had in the lunchbox was not very relatable—rice and soy sauce. I guess you win some and you lose some. As in, I won cause I got some bomb ass rice in my lunchbox while they were eating some boring ass sandwiches!



    Visuals by Amina Gingold 
    Wearing -
    Hello Kitty Bomber Jacket - NYLON x Sanrio
    Hello Kitty shorts - NYLON x Sanrio