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    Lynn Kim Do

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











    Havana is the Neverland of the Caribbean. It is proud, remarkably enchanting, and ultimately immortal. Decades in and it has never changed. It is a welcoming time capsule that when entered, I asked myself "Why isn't home like this?" all while feeling like I may be intruding something great, something that doesn't need any modern inputs, any questions, any critique.

    They've never seen a Tesla. But I've also never seen a Model T Ford. They've never left the country. They feel secure. Content. But the more foreign lands I walk in, the more restless I become. They have never eaten dollar pizzas. But I have never eaten a $3 Cuban sandwich as memorable and as delicious. The amount of colorful concrete buildings beats the towering glass and metal that litters New York City. Cuban salsa spills from patios making each step more melodic than destination-oriented. Restaurants in Cuba puts Brooklyn to shame, utilizing each space, each nook in creative and story-enduring ways. People of all shades, shapes, and sizes opened their hearts to me. From locals to tourists. They smiled, more than I am use to seeing. So I smiled more. They were patient, so I became more patient. I found inspiration in their people, their walls, their food, their rum and coffee, and oh, their art. How contemporary it is. How ignorant of me to think that they'd be anything but. What an hyperaware country! Politics, music, movies. Everything.

    Havana far exceeded any expectations I had. Expectations that anyone can really have from a land far far away (metaphorically, of course, because it is only 2 hours and 50 minutes flight away). A land that the US has tried so hard to have us forget, pretend its nonexistence. Thus, it became a land that doesn't consume. It fixes. It recycles. And maintains. Like their 30s-60s vehicles. Like their passed down generation-owned homes. Like their cuisine. It is the Caribbean Neverland. And I got the opportunity to see it, feel it, live it. Until it becomes too late. (Fuck you, Trump)

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    . August 28, 2017 .

    The Neverland of the Caribbean

    . August 28, 2017 .











    Havana is the Neverland of the Caribbean. It is proud, remarkably enchanting, and ultimately immortal. Decades in and it has never changed. It is a welcoming time capsule that when entered, I asked myself "Why isn't home like this?" all while feeling like I may be intruding something great, something that doesn't need any modern inputs, any questions, any critique.

    They've never seen a Tesla. But I've also never seen a Model T Ford. They've never left the country. They feel secure. Content. But the more foreign lands I walk in, the more restless I become. They have never eaten dollar pizzas. But I have never eaten a $3 Cuban sandwich as memorable and as delicious. The amount of colorful concrete buildings beats the towering glass and metal that litters New York City. Cuban salsa spills from patios making each step more melodic than destination-oriented. Restaurants in Cuba puts Brooklyn to shame, utilizing each space, each nook in creative and story-enduring ways. People of all shades, shapes, and sizes opened their hearts to me. From locals to tourists. They smiled, more than I am use to seeing. So I smiled more. They were patient, so I became more patient. I found inspiration in their people, their walls, their food, their rum and coffee, and oh, their art. How contemporary it is. How ignorant of me to think that they'd be anything but. What an hyperaware country! Politics, music, movies. Everything.

    Havana far exceeded any expectations I had. Expectations that anyone can really have from a land far far away (metaphorically, of course, because it is only 2 hours and 50 minutes flight away). A land that the US has tried so hard to have us forget, pretend its nonexistence. Thus, it became a land that doesn't consume. It fixes. It recycles. And maintains. Like their 30s-60s vehicles. Like their passed down generation-owned homes. Like their cuisine. It is the Caribbean Neverland. And I got the opportunity to see it, feel it, live it. Until it becomes too late. (Fuck you, Trump)

    Wearing -


    . August 21, 2017 .









    As of late, our losses seem larger than our victories. But our victories sure taste so so sweet, giving me the impression that we got this. That a small trickle of change can infect the world. Much like it affects me. My heart swells for Charlottesville. It swells just as big when news came in from Boston. It swells differently. It hurts and swells. It loves and swells much similarly nonetheless.  And my posts generally aim at solving some sort of issue, seeking some sort of solution, whether personal, fashionable, or political. But I can see that am I am typing this, this post will not be that. I can’t think much of anything else but our current world affair. And if the media has been trying to make me jaded (Black Mirror, my god!) then it’s slowly winning. It is a post of open wounds. Of a season that began without me, a sleepiness that fell over me. And I feel hopeless, but I feel hopeful grasping at small but very apparent strong ends. I can’t say that I can find the source of this feeling in one occasion, one instance, one memory, but it feels uncomfortable. But strangely, it all doesn’t feel bad. The world sends me comforts in signs, like the ones held in the hands of the protesters against the “Free Speech” rally.  And I know we’ll be okay. Because we must be okay. But not if we’re lazy. United, we will be okay.



    . August 17, 2017 .









    Today, I asked myself: “What makes me feel alive?” And the answer seems quite simply is purpose.

    But that’s really where the simplicity starts and ends. Purpose is tricky because it’s all so subjective. So vague. Purpose can evolve. Purpose can also be achieved, but then what? Purpose can come from faith, from science, from ethics, from family, or from complete randomness (maybe a billboard sign, a book, an eavesdropped conversation heard on the train). As humans, we’re such impressionable being. Always absorbing, and sometime’s it’s not the right things but hey, who am I to judge.

    So now what? Looks like that’s my second favorite question day. Well, I wish I knew. I wish I could tell you get it gets easier. I try to tell myself that. Life is chaotic, right? It seems like it's purposely built that way within confines of loose structure. And we get hit with a million distractions. A million questions. A million choices. Sometimes these choices are about career, about friends, about our real potential life partner. How many times have you (or I) thought, “If I ended up dating ________, where would my life be?” But purpose…ah, if we are at least sure that 65% of our purpose is this one thing then it gets a tad bit easier, doesn’t it? We do things in the name of that purpose. Sometimes, even blindly, some sell their souls for their purpose.

    Recently, I received a very enticing offer. Whats interesting about this offer is that it is the absolute opposite of everything I’ve worked up to this point for. It’s also at the opposite end of the country. Imagine, an entrepreneur who lives her life in a freelance fairytale, who lives and breathes NYC, with family and friends she loves, with the love of her life months from beginning a life together in one apartment. And then an offer from out of nowhere finds her inbox. Okay, I’m done talking in third person. At this point, I barely ask myself anything because a million questions would naturally be the only thing that will enter my mind instead of a helpful answer. So I tell myself to keep an open mind. I tell myself to give this phone call, a simple phone interview, a chance. And I did. And it went well, too well. And next steps are promised but what do I really want? Well, I don’t have an answer for that. I told the interviewee (who I really could be friends with in real life, this sweet soul) that the universe knows way more than I do. That I don’t have a life plan. That in 4 months, things can change drastically. I leave the phone call more confused than ever. Is this the natural step and offer that came from all of the choices I’ve made and work I’ve done? Or is this a test? An obstacle, a snake with an apple, to the life I may potentially be building? Ugh.

    I wish I could end this blog post with a decision. But I don't have that. I'm not even sure when that decision will arise. I'll let you know though. Promise!

    Partnered with Lively for the visual content of this post. 

    Visuals by Pedro Morales 
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    . August 14, 2017 .







    Every day I try to stay even more woke than the last. These days it seems like I’ve been very concerned with what I put into my body. I’ve gone as far as being one-week vegan strong as of today. Okay, so I cheated once or twice. But, I’M TRYING! I’m in my mid-twenties. I am not old old, but I am also not young young, either. Time is not necessarily on my side. The only thing I have going for me right now is wisdom. Maybe. Oh, and experience. Eh, I don’t know about that either.

    In fact, the more I think about my habits and interest, the more I realize that my inner self screams bohemian. Like if a bohemian really liked Migos and SZA and hated grass (aesthetically). I sage my apartment all the time. My roommate always thinks I’m burning down the house but what I’m really doing is renewing our home-energy with positive vibes. THANK ME, sheesh!! I was raised under Buddhist philosophies and still feel very connected to my Buddhist roots. I light incense, too. I prefer incenses from Asian supermarkets because it reminds me of my childhood. I do yoga a few times a month. I even do yoga at least once on all my vacations and almost every time I’m in a sauna (heat is so good for your body!). I exclusively drink almond milk lattes. I believe in natural and organic skincare—try witch hazel as a toner. I enjoy hikes. And bike rides. Mostly because I get carsick often. I love to talk about feelings. Ask all my friends; I ALWAYS ask the hard questions. I once asked my brother when he was in the hospital for a kidney stone if he has ever been raped. All necessary questions. I drink apple cider vinegar concentrate with a generous amount of turmeric, cayenne, ginger, lemon, cinnamon, and honey every night with warm water. I like poetry readings. I believe in overalls and UGG slip-ons.

    I bet you didn’t know all that bout me! Shit, I didn’t know how extensive my inner grandma/boho/hipster until I listed it all out. But hey, I love it. Do you have a totally different side of you? Maybe it's a side that only your true friends know.


    Visuals by Karina Munoz


    . August 9, 2017 .









    Wearing leggings to the club? Guilty. GUILTY. Guilty.
    To be fair, you can barely compare these half fish net leggings to LEGGINGS. In fact, I use to HATE leggings. I'm sure there's a couple interviews out there where I said leggings should die. DIE A DEEP AND PAINFUL DEATH. But here I am, eating my own words. I find myself in a love, hate, love again, fucking hate, and then alright, alright…love. Kinda sounds like real relationship, right. Oh god.

    Leggings have came a long way. Like a really, really long way. Oh my god, do you remember SUSPENDER leggings? I had a pair. I loved them. I wore them to death. And those crazy printed one? How about the aztec printed ones?! Gross. The truth is, the leggings trend is coming back. I’ve noticed a sense of sophistication to this phase in the leggings trend. And no, the most successful legging outfit is not just thrown together like a local deli bagel. And it definitely doesn’t taste as good which at that point you have to ask yourself “WHY?” Leggings need thought. It needs to be considered differently, altered a bit, and pushed even further. So if you find yourself in front of a pair of half mesh, half leggings mutant fusion, think of me. And then buy them. Expect people to ask you, enviously, "Did you go to the gym or something?" Just smile and say, "This is call style, bitch." Other  Lynn-approved leggings include satin emerald green leggings with an opening in the front and the leggings that you can hook to your heel. I approve.



    Visuals by Erika Dickstein
    Wearing -
    Sports Bra - Nike
    White Top - Need Supply 
    Leggings - Urban Outfitters
    Heels - Public Desire



    . August 4, 2017 .







    Most the joy of drinking breathes in the actual atmosphere of it. Wine, for example, is very subjective. A bottle of wine may be absolutely delicious in one setting and then the same bottle could taste stale and gross in another. Kinda like I how I feel about my ex-boyfriend. It depends on who is around you, if you’re on a date or a house party, if you’re slapping it while you’re friend holds a box up robbing whatever dignity is left in a sweaty Frat basement, or simply, what you’re eating. I like mine with cheese or potato chips. I like mine with 3 people max at a square table. Or solo by the pool or in a bathtub (pretty much any body of water). And c'mon, we've all danced-cook-drank our way through the kitchen all at the same time. I wish I was kidding.

    When I heard about Vinebox, I was first drawn to the idea of not committing to one taste. If you’re starting to catch my commitment-phobia, you are absolutely correct there. With Vinebox, I have zero pressure to finish an entire bottle of wine if I decide to hit the Daddy Yankee playlist on Spotify and cook sesh. Not like I’m complaining, but most of the time, I don’t finish it. And then I leave it, which means I leave it until it goes bad. And wasted wine is a sin I would rather not commit. There’s a special place in hell for people like that. The second great thing about Vinebox is that I can specifically imagine all the possibilities I now have with it’s unique packaging. It's blown glass cylinder container is absolutely adorable. It makes a great gift option: I’m talking it’s great to impress potential mother/fatehr-in-laws or your girlfriend (romantically or platonic). AND it’s accurately one entire glass of wine. I know that's true because I tested it. Three times. Brilliant. It’s also thin and small enough to fit anywhere. Ahem, like a movie theater, a park, or a beach!

    Okay, so now taste. I’m a red and rose wine drinker. I don’t generally sip white but I don't claim to be an exclusive drinker. I like being well versed in everything. There is no prejudice bone in my body for wine. Vinebox allows me to taste all kinds of wines from different regions without, literally, getting out of the water. It also told me to pair my glass of red wine with General Tso's Chicken. Wait, what!? Yes. It's like Vinebox climbed into my head, slept there for 5 weeks, and left me these samples of wine after the opened every door in my brain. Which by the way, were all amazing. Even the white. I'm already considering buying a few bottles myself. So do yourself a favor, and try it. I hear Vinebox has Rose Samplers right now!

    Visuals by Pedro Morales 
    Wearing -
    Sol Azul Swimwear (Top) (Bottom)- Novel Swim
    Drinking - 
    . August 1, 2017 .



    Oh, Trinidad and Tobago (pronounced toe-bae-go). While Trinidad is pronounced exactly like you would think, kinda like if you came home with a Trini sugar daddy. In complete and raw honesty, I booked the flight to this island because it was the most reasonably priced flight for an August trip ($340). August is one of the worst months to buy flights for next to December. Plus, why the hell not? A beach? Delicious food? Yes, yes, yes! 

    What I didn’t realize was how little people knew about Trinidad and Tobago. I also had ZERO friends who have ever vacationed there (until I started posting about it and was surprised how many are from Trinidad). Google was my friend prior to the trip. Fun fact: Nicki Minaj is from Trinidad. But even then, there were very few travel guides available. It was like Trinidad and Tobago was an undiscovered gem, at least that’s what I was hoping for. I spent three full days in Trinidad, which means I didn’t get a chance to visit Tobago (dying inside as I’m typing this). But, I’m also very happy to get to know this island in our very short visit. The people are some of the nicest I’ve ever met. As skeptical New Yorkers, we couldn’t understand how nice the locals are here. “What do you mean I can just leave my bag anywhere?” And there were ONLY locals because tourism isn’t huge here. And honestly, that was one of my favorite things about the island—the authenticity. The island is impressively developed. I saw a sign for a Trader Joes. YES, A FUCKING TRADER JOES. The food in Trinidad is divine and have a profound fusion of Indian and Caribbean.The nightlife is LIT. The locals put my dancing skills to shame out here. TO SHAME. 

    Without further yapping, here is the Trinidad Travel Guide—


    Need To Know:
    - Rent a car. It was tour best investment the entire trip. The island is large and I stress that you don’t be limited to one area. (~$133 USD for 3 nights)
    - People drive on the left and the steering wheel is positioned on the right side of vehicle. This freaked me out. I was not mentally prepare to drive on the left. And somehow, I forgot red lights existed aka I ran through a few.
    - $1 USD is equivalent to $6.745 TT. You’re going to enjoy saying TT out here.
    - It was suppose to “rain” every day that we’re there. It rained for 30 min once, so don’t worry. It’s true island weather here.
    - If you want to go to Tobago from Trinidad, plan this in advance and buy tickets in advance. You can travel via ferry or charter flights. 
    - Most importantly, you can drink in public. You can buy a beer from a bar and walk outside that bar with it in your hand.
    - Sundays are V V dead.




    What To Do:
    - Maracas Beach. Filled with locals and plenty of pretty views. Food is a few feet away. The water is steady and you can see your toes through the impeccable water. (Free)
    - Take a Caroni Bird Sanctuary Tour. These bright red birds are so unreal that you’ll swear they’re a Pokemon or something. On this tour, a boat leisurely takes you down the swamp where you’ll also get sights of alligators, snakes, and crabs. ($10 USD per person)
    - Wander around the narrow, steep streets of Scarborough
    - Visit the main city “Port Of Spain”
    - Watch a Calypso show
    - Head south to La Brea Pitch Lake to visit the only Asphalt Lake in the world. You can even swim in it. (Tour is $20 USD per person)
    - Bar crawl on at night on Ariapita Avenue and dance all the food you consumed away



    What To Put In Your Mouth:
    - Have doubles for breakfast sold at roadside service
    - You also should try the Roti! Also found in small hole in the walls and roadside
    - Have traditional Caribbean food like Beef Stew, Macaroni Pie, and so much more
    - Eat to Shark n’ Bake at Maracas Beach
    - Have a too-much-to-eat Indian dinner. You'll thank me.
    - Drink their local beer — Stag or Caribe #wedrinking