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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.

    Sanity






    My sanity is perpetrated by my future. My sanity is denied by my present. My sanity is lying in my past. 
    And there lies my past, sitting in 26 boxes covered in 10 layers of dust. Boxes I have to go through. Delicate issues wrapped in bubblewrap that I have yet to uncover and “deal” with. Hand-me-downs I have to donate. Pages and pages of notebooks and frames I have to set fire to. Sanity is the tape that holds these boxes together, neatly compartmentalized. Waiting for me to come back and settle the score. Sanity lies within the future. Within the life I decide to make, whatever that looks like, I’m still unsure. In the decisions that will affect the next course of actions, and then the next course of decisions, all leading to a future with “sanity” as the outcome or at least having apart of it. Presently, I don’t have the privilege to relish in sanity. There’s moments of sanity, sure. Of peace. Of feeling utterly grateful and blissed. But I see it as a luxury, a taste of what’s to come, and honestly, I don’t even want sanity right now. I don’t want full bliss or peace or contentment. I can’t function on bliss. I can only thrive in tension. Good tension. Bad tension. It is the stimulant I need to create. I’m hungry. I am too hungry to sit still. Too hungry to be patient. I am anxious because I have so much to do. And after that list is checked off, there’s another list waiting for me. So I move, work through my day, moment by moment, trying to make my future sane self proud. So that the sane future me could never say, “I didn’t work hard enough.” I will be enough.

    Images by Pedro Angel Morales
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    My sanity is perpetrated by my future. My sanity is denied by my present. My sanity is lying in my past. 
    And there lies my past, sitting in 26 boxes covered in 10 layers of dust. Boxes I have to go through. Delicate issues wrapped in bubblewrap that I have yet to uncover and “deal” with. Hand-me-downs I have to donate. Pages and pages of notebooks and frames I have to set fire to. Sanity is the tape that holds these boxes together, neatly compartmentalized. Waiting for me to come back and settle the score. Sanity lies within the future. Within the life I decide to make, whatever that looks like, I’m still unsure. In the decisions that will affect the next course of actions, and then the next course of decisions, all leading to a future with “sanity” as the outcome or at least having apart of it. Presently, I don’t have the privilege to relish in sanity. There’s moments of sanity, sure. Of peace. Of feeling utterly grateful and blissed. But I see it as a luxury, a taste of what’s to come, and honestly, I don’t even want sanity right now. I don’t want full bliss or peace or contentment. I can’t function on bliss. I can only thrive in tension. Good tension. Bad tension. It is the stimulant I need to create. I’m hungry. I am too hungry to sit still. Too hungry to be patient. I am anxious because I have so much to do. And after that list is checked off, there’s another list waiting for me. So I move, work through my day, moment by moment, trying to make my future sane self proud. So that the sane future me could never say, “I didn’t work hard enough.” I will be enough.

    Images by Pedro Angel Morales
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    . January 11, 2018 .