LKD

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Get To The Gym (Here's How)

When the weather is colder than my heart in my early twenties, then the last thing I want to do is leave my apartment. But my grandma years are not too far (here I am, exaggerating again) and I have a resolution to upkeep, so I’m thinking of one too many ways to trick myself into the gym. And more…

an epiphany bomb

I haven't seen him in awhile. But gratefully, we have the kind of friendship that stirs up the same fondness we last left off. No matter the distance between our last chat and occasional run-ins. Supposedly, these friendships are common. And supposedly, they form with age. Clearly, from the la…

In Support Of | 3 of 3

What do you look for when you're shopping for groceries? Maybe it's the cereal aisle that you run straight for (I do). Or maybe it's the firmness of a ripe avocado that make your eyes roll back in sweet sweet satisfaction. For me, I look at the sell out date. I don't like sell outs…

In Support Of | 2 of 3

I live in Bushwick, the intersection between hipsters and Puerto Ricans. There's no shortage of bodegas, avocado toasts, and salsa music at all hours of the day. And I high-key enjoy it. I was thrilled to have In Support of in my hood and have the opportunity to see what I see. Well, at least …

In Support Of | 1 of 3

This is a three part look series I did with In Support Of, a boutique that is taking unchartered path in the boutique world by ONLY supporting rising designers. What am I In Support Of? In short, I'm supportive of relentlessly being your true self. See the full interview and get the look here …

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The Struggle

I can barely leave my apartment anymore at the rate that we're going. The weather is chaotic and stubborn. I guess I understand those adjectives enough. I force myself to go out. Go out until 3am. But it’s a battle until the tequila stings my liver. Then, then, it’s all worth it. Great words p…

Too much of a good thing

Too many days off can really be a bad thing, too. It allows for too much drinking, too many cozy days in, too much snacking, and too much thinking. And I lived in sweaters to keep my outsides warm in hopes that it’ll keep my insides warm, too. My brain feels like it liquefied in my skull. Just jig…

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a letter to my 2017 self

Hi Lynn, me..., yeah.

So it's 2017. One more time notch forward, upwards, depending on how you read your dates. And I want you to snap out of this hole you're enthusiastically digging. It's a little unfair. To be digging AND asking yourself - "shit, how did I get here?"

For a mo…