I love the rains. Growing up in Mumbai, it becomes part of your system. You gather at someone's house with a bunch of friends. Eat hot foods. Watch movies in bed. Aaaaah the good times when life hadn't arrived.
In Paris however I don't feel the same. Because the rain here can't make up its F*#!ing mind. If I was smart I wouldn't complain. Don't want to anger the rain gods. My mum and sister are here next week so I need all the weather help I can get.
Atleast I have this jacket to help me feel snuggly. Buttons need a major do over though. These one stink!
(Jacket thrifted, tee Zara Mens, jeans Zara, Boots Fratelli Rossetti)In Paris however I don't feel the same. Because the rain here can't make up its F*#!ing mind. If I was smart I wouldn't complain. Don't want to anger the rain gods. My mum and sister are here next week so I need all the weather help I can get.
Atleast I have this jacket to help me feel snuggly. Buttons need a major do over though. These one stink!
Ph. by Nam
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