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    Lynn Kim Do

    Lynn Kim Do 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. 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.

    Try again.

    Or how about….


    That’s how I feel about “it”. Me. Life. And I don't feel the need to explain it away. To justify. Or give you some lengthy description of what I’ve been through. Who I am now. And what I’m about to do. But I urge you to wait and see. As I will for you. Because just as I’m evolving into the person I always wanted to be moment to moment, I’m sure you are, too.


    Meanwhile, are you over or still very much into the biker shorts trend? Personally, I'll take up any opportunity for comfort AND fashion. And I'm going to ride it (haha, pun...) it to the very ground until it's not cool anymore because it really is super comfortable. I think there are SO many ways to rock them in innovative and fun ways. For example, pair them with an oversized sweater like I did or you can throw them underneath a blazer for a more refined (but still street/edgy) look. It's so easy to make them "you". Here are some of my favorite Biker Shorts below for every budget in mind. Yes, even if you want some Fendi biker shortsHey, I don't judge! I only applaud.


    . February 6, 2019 .
    . December 31, 2018 .

    I think there’s one thing we can agree on about 2018. There were A LOT of changes. And instinctively, almost every fiber in me wants to just rip 2018 a new one. Say some shit I may later regret. Blame it for every bad decision I made. Forget it's existence. Wow...there's some shit I need to unpack there. But the better, more 27-year-old-ish of me will NOT do that. Because it hasn't been that bad...

    I mean, personally, this is the year that I’ve fully realized my soul’s calling — acting. This is the year I rekindled a relationship with a family I thought I had lost and gained some more along the way. And that also includes my extended family in Philly too. The year I moved in with my boyfriend. This is the year I worked on production projects completely autonomously. The year I went full freelance. The year I gained two more body art inks. The year I realized I HATE work trips. And loved soul trips. And the year I finally enjoyed whiskey. But not Hennessy (I’ll keep trying).

    So much more has happened this year that my list feels like it can go on and on. And I’m putting a very conscious effort in focusing on the many things that went right this year, the many things that taught me grave lessons this year, and the many things that make me very human this year. And I have to tell you, it’s not an easy task. The easier thing to do is to throw away this year and put it in the “Shit Pile”. But if it’s one thing I see myself saying over and over again in the past month to my friends and to myself when things feel tough is that the best things are not necessarily the easy thing. And so, I challenge you. I challenge you to look at your photo album in your phone and see how many time you’ve genuinely smiled. Or made someone else smile. I bet it’s more than you remember. I know I forgot. I went through it a few hours ago and I felt completely taken by surprise on what I saw. It’s like I forgot all of the beautiful people around me during the year. I forgot how many times I danced until my legs went numb or drank way too much through tears of laughter or did something completely challenging. It’s like my minded wanted to be miserable or was trying to overachieve or maybe it is plain right forgetful. Either way, I chose not to be forgetful. I chose to be happy. So, I also challenge you to remember the one or maybe three times this year you felt accomplished, or brave, or more yourself than ever.

    And I can sit here and say 2019 is going to be better. It’s going to be epic. It’s going to be a million things. I don’t know, I can’t see the future. But fuck it, I wanna say something I know for sure was a fact. 2018 wasn’t that bad. It was actually pretty damn good. And I got a good ass feeling about 2019. Only one way to find out…


    Images by Andrew Morales
    Jewelry by Latasha Lamar
    . October 24, 2018 .

    Dear Sicily,

    I watched as your mountains take in the sun. Careful as you were, like two lovers folding their bodies into one.  The sun sets on to you and we watched like acts of voyeurism. I traced my fingers across the Sicilian walls and I can feel your song. A song from long ago, with witty anecdotes, with rises and falls, with love and regret. With pride. The walls. They vibrate, their history bleeding, their voices drunk. I watched the homes cling gracefully onto the side of your mountains. Like a mother and child. With tenderness, and great balance. With great sacrifice. I walk your cobble-filled streets. Like a scene from a handful of movies, like a page from a novel, my mind tries to catch up to every thing my eyes are absorbing. Reality blurs with dreams. I remind myself, “I am exactly where I need to be.” Each morning, I wake up eager to open the window. Smell your foreign air, feel your foreign wind, trace the outline where your sun and your generous shade hits and separate on my skin. I fall deeper in love. With my partner. And with you, Sicily. You are a city I will still be trying to articulate into words months and years from now. What I’ve gained. What I’ve felt. What I left with. You are wordless. Formless.

    Sicily Tips:

    Itinerary: 5 Days Breakdown
    We had exactly 5 days in Sicily, flying into Catania. We spent 2 days in Syracusa and 3 days in Taormina. One of the evenings, we took a drive to Noto for Cafe Sicilia (Chef’s Table - Pastry Edition) while we were in Syracusa and wish we spent a whole day in Noto. What I loved about the 3 cities is how different they were from one another, specifically the landscape. Ortigia Island in Syracusa is small and is a leveled island with food markets and ancient ruins. Noto is a non-touristy and raw-feeling town with cobble stones and little alleyways. Taormina is a town clinging to the side of the mountain.

    To be honest, I wish we had 2-3 more days. There is so much to see in Syracusa, Noto, and Taormina.

    Need to Know:
    1. Rent a car. It’s super simple. From reviews online, we got an international driver’s license beforehand BUT you don’t even need it. Rent beforehand via online to get the best price.
    2. Bring an outlet adapter. They use the European electrical system.
    3. September is THE best time to go. Perfect swimming weather and not so busy or packed.
    4. Most establishments take credit cards. Take out cash for street food. And if you do, take it out from an ATM so you don’t get charged a ridiculous amount at an exchange place.
    5. There is absolutely no tipping culture in Italy at restaurants and cafes. We did tip our tour guide though.
    6. Learn these words: “Grazie - thank you” or “Grazie milli - thank you so much” “Prego - you’re welcome” “Scusami - Excuse me” and “Quanto costa? - How much does it cost?”
    7. I recommend AirBnb over Hotels and B&B. You get more bang for your buck and a more local experience.

    1. Stay in Ortygia, the city centre.
    2. Visit the Ortygia market. Try a fresh shucked oyster with a shot of wine for 2.50 euros. Or the fresh fried calamari in a cone.
    3. Get lost and stroll around the Ortygia City Centre. There are many gelato spots, restaurants, shoppes, and cobblestone alley ways.
    4. Visit Parco Archeologico della Neapolis. It is a 10 min drive from the city centre and has all of the stunning and cultural main sights of Syracusa including the Greek and Roman theatre, Ear of Dionysius, Latvia del Paradiso, and more. There is an entrance fee of around 10 euros. Expect to be there for at least 1-2 hours.
    5. Take a night trip to Noto, a 35 min drive from city centre, and have dessert at Caffe Sicilia.
    6. Eat at A Putia. Order the Pistachio and bacon pasta.
    7. Get gelato at Gelateria Bar Bianca
    8. Visit Marchesa di Cassable Beach, a local beach with the clearest water and softest sand. It is about 25 min away.

    1. Spend a day walking the interesting streets of Taormina. You’ll find winding alleyways, aesthetically pleasing surprises, and stairs being used in the most efficient yet creative ways. In the evening, you can hear live music at the square in the main section of Taormina.
    2. Eat at Osteria RossoDiVino. It’s one of our favorite meals in Sicily. You won’t regret it.
    3. For a more low-key dining experience without compromising taste, eat at Ristorante I’Incontro
    4. Get fresh cannoli from Laboratoria Pasticceria Roberto
    5. Get active and trek Mount Etna. We used this tour here.
    6. Go wine tasting at Gambino Vineyard, which is also included in the tour.
    7. Try Sicilian street food off the street. Make sure you try Arancini, an Italian rice ball filled with goodness.
    8. Have Sicilian pizza at Pizzeria Villa Zuccaro. And the have a drink at the cocktail bar on the steps below the Pizzeria.
    9. Take a cable car down to Isola Bella, a beautiful island that you can literally walk to from the island. It is breathtaking. And yes, bring a bathing suit and a towel.


    Images by Pedro Morales & Lynn Kim Do
    . August 28, 2018 .

    Dear Ex-Best Friend,

    First off, I still got love for you. But if you think this is a letter to mend a relationship, I can assure you that it is going to be a letter of feelings being thrown against a wall with very little hope of sticking. That is if the wall is a metaphor for hugs-it-out scenarios or a slo-mo drone shot of two happy ass people walking through a luscious park with an endless amount of happy fucking possibilities in front of them. Nope. Not. This. Kind. Of. Letter.

    To all my ex-best friends. Yes, even my 6th grade best friend who told me she had a crush on my boyfriend so "you couldn’t possibly be happy for me." And my 8th grade best friend who found cooler girls to be best friends with AND then dated my ex after we broke up. To my best friend who pushed me to the ground one drunk night in New York City in 2014. To my best friend who I stood side by side but as strangers at your dad’s funeral. To my best friend who left me in this world alone to live with whiskey-loving angels way above me.

    And to the best friend who was never a friend at all. I gave to you selflessly. I invited you into my circle even when you conveniently begin to claim them as yours. I invited you into the very little family I had so often that even my momma called you her daughter. I built personalized traditions — Christmas, New Years, Tets — even when you so thoughtless rescheduled. Again. And Again. I contributed to our empire even when it costed me. I gave you an immense amount of loyalty even when you were anything but. I gave you honesty even when all you wanted to hear were lies just so you can feel better about your poor decisions. I checked up on you endlessly with “how are you feeling’s” as I talked you off your personal ledges when you kept me on read on my lowest days. When I got pathetic “kk” and self-serving answers that never even made it to “And how are you, Lynn?” I blamed myself, raking through pages and pages of memories trying to figure out what went wrong even when I knew that you ghosted me because our friendship was no longer convenient for your life. I gave you my unshakable promise in-between the term “best friend” even when you took it all for granted.  Yeah, I made it easy for you. Maybe, too easy. And that’s my fault. I gave and I gave while you took with such keen conscious calculations. You took and you made me believe in us when you were always thinking about you. And in the end, you made it hard to be your friend.

    Yet, I don’t blame you. In fact, I still love you. Very much. And I guess what I hope you understand is that I love myself way more than I can fucking possibly love you. I love myself too much to endure the one-sided promises aka the bargain I kept and you just took advantage of. I love myself too much to give you my friends, my contacts, my invites, my network, my energy, my sympathy, my time, or even my tears — you selfish convenient-only bitch. And I should’ve ran when you said “I trust no one” because you were only projecting the red flag that glared so clearly to me now. And I love myself way too much to give so generously when my best friend now deserves that and way more. Cause real love isn’t tainted by the crap that you made me endure.

    So I hope you’re well. I hope your future is bright. That you found a shitty person who is equally as shitty as you to call a best friend. Because nothing is worse than feeling lonely. And no one deserves that, even you.


    Images by Marie Lombardo