I was born and raised in VietNam, then decided to get a college scholarship in America, stayed in Chicago for 6 years studying Graphic Design, decided to quit my first job, made a 7-day road trip to California, made new best friends in San Jose, and somehow ended up moving to Los Angeles.
I design, draw, paint, cook, and bake—art shows up in every part of my life.
The Christmas Donation Event took place at Trump Tower in Chicago, raising funds for children with cancer at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. I had the opportunity to work as a photographer, witnessing the event from both behind the camera and within the moment.Seeing my print designs exist in real life—held, displayed, and shared—was quietly overwhelming. In that space, surrounded by people giving for something bigger than themselves, I realized how deeply I love what I do. It was one of those rare moments of clarity that made me proud to call myself a designer.
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Daxton Hotel’s Geode Blend Coffee Geode Blend at Daxton Hotel: Birmingham’s Daxton Hotel has teamed up with Michigan-based Hyperion Coffee Co. to develop the “Geode Blend.” Named after the geodesic dome in the Daxton’s bar area, the beans are sourced from Guatemala and Ethiopia and processed through a natural and washed cycle. This unique blend is available at Madam restaurant and throughout the hotel.
The bottle design for Spring & Dean at the St. Regis Aspen Resort is inspired by the hotel’s location at 315 East Dean Street in Aspen, Colorado. The flowing contour lines reference the site’s line map while also echoing the natural growth rings found in oak wood, symbolizing time, place, and continuity. Negative space is used to reveal the surrounding mountain landscape, grounding the design in Aspen’s natural beauty and creating a quiet balance between refinement and nature.
District Line Café & Market is a modern café and marketplace located in the lobby of the historic Washington Hilton. Designed as a one-stop destination for both hotel guests and Washingtonians, it offers Starbucks® beverages, freshly baked pastries made on-site, and breakfast and lunch options available for takeaway, dine-in, or room service. The café’s name pays tribute to D.C.’s original Boundary Street—now Florida Avenue—which once divided Washington City and Washington County under Pierre L’Enfant’s plan for the capital.
The logo for District Line Café & Market focuses on contrast, structure, and subtle symbolism. The customized “E” in LINE represents a line, reinforcing the name through minimal typographic detail. A strong contrast in boldness between DISTRICT and LINE establishes hierarchy and visual tension while keeping the mark balanced. The design stays closely aligned with the existing brand guidelines, resulting in a clean, modern wordmark that feels both intentional and cohesive within the Washington Hilton’s identity.
This book holds small family memories, told through the voice of a son or daughter. The illustrations grew from stories I collected—from Reddit comments and from my friends Anthony Tran, Michael Strange, and Tinh Cao—fragments of everyday love, shared across different lives.
No matter how old we become, our parents still see us as their little kids. They can be overwhelming, embarrassing, even annoying. But somewhere beneath the frustration is a quiet certainty: despite every flaw and misunderstanding, the love remains. Imperfect, persistent, and unconditional.
This is a six-year journey, from 18 to 23, bottled up in a journal. Each year, represented by a drink, uncovers my highs and lows. Simple, raw, and direct—it's my path of growing up. Join me in revisiting these years, through each drink's tale.
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I am learning that the life I want does not have to be rushed to be meaningful.
I am learning that the life I want does not have to be rushed to be meaningful.There is ambition in building a career. But there is also ambition in building a peaceful morning. There is ambition in learning a recipe, keeping a plant alive, making a home feel warm, and choosing not to abandon yourself while chasing your dreams.For a long time, success felt like something loud. Something impressive. Something other people could recognize immediately.Now, I think success can also be quiet.It can look like creating work I am proud of.
It can look like having energy left at the end of the day.
It can look like making dinner instead of skipping a meal.
It can look like painting just because I missed using my hands.Maybe the soft life is not about doing less.Maybe it is about living more intentionally.
Up to 26, I started learning that you should love a person by their love language, not yours
Up to 26, I started learning that you should love a person by their love language, not yoursI used to think loving someone hard was enough.If I loved you, I would show up in the ways I knew how. I would care through the things that made sense to me. I would give you my kind of love and hope you could feel it.But up to 26, I started learning that love does not always translate.Sometimes I thought I was giving so much, but the other person still felt unseen. Sometimes someone loved me in their own way, but I still felt lonely inside it. And that is a strange kind of sadness - to be loved, but not in the way your heart understands.I am learning that love is not just effort. It is attention.It is noticing that someone needs words, even when words feel hard for you.
It is giving space, even when your instinct is to hold tighter.
It is showing consistency, even when you want to make one big romantic gesture and call it enough.
It is remembering that the way you feel loved may not be the way they feel loved.I think I used to love from myself outward.Now I want to love by looking closer.Not just asking, "How do I show love?"
But asking, "How do you receive love?"Because I do not want to love someone only in a way that makes me feel like I am trying. I want to love them in a way that actually reaches them.And I want that too.I want to be loved in a way that does not make me translate everything.
I want to feel chosen in a language my heart can understand.
Moving teaches you how to become many versions of yourself.
Moving teaches you how to become many versions of yourself.Vietnam is where my identity was formed. Chicago opened a whole new world outside of what I knew. And Los Angeles was kind of random at first - a city I moved to without fully knowing what it would become. But somehow, I love it here.But building a life here has not always felt beautiful.Sometimes it felt lonely. Sometimes it felt awkward. Sometimes it felt like standing in a room full of people and trying to convince myself to say one sentence out loud.I had to get out of my comfort zone over and over again. I had to force myself to talk, to show up, to say yes, to try new things, to pick up new hobbies, to let myself be bad at something before it became familiar.And slowly, life started to give something back.A new routine.
A hobby that made me feel alive again.
A conversation that did not feel forced.
A person who made the city feel less big.
A group of people who somehow became my favorite people. I think the funny thing is, I forced myself to talk so I could make friends. And then I found people who love talking so much that I could finally relax and be myself again - the listener.That feels like home to me.Not just a place where I know the streets, but a place where I do not have to perform as much. A place where I can sit at the table, listen, laugh, cook, create, and feel like I belong there.Maybe belonging does not happen all at once.Maybe it starts with being uncomfortable, and then one day you look around and realize you are surrounded by people who make life feel softer.
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