I don't like the rain in Europe. It's always cold, and usually accompanied by a drop in temperature and a wind that chills you to the bone. It's a nuisance and an inconvenience. Or maybe that's just England. I do like the rain in Asia. More specifically, South East Asia, where you find yourself caught in a sudden torrential downpour, the skies opening up and releasing all they hold for the better part of an hour before suddenly, a blue sky returns and it's as though nothing ever happened, the sun shining merrily for the rest of the day. Shanghai isn't quite like this, it leans a little more to the former, rain that waxes and wanes all through the day or evening, occasionally reducing to a drizzle for a while before mustering up some more strength and coming down full force again.
After two weeks in Bali, Jarv returned home to London and I took a quick detour to Shanghai to see my family. When the rain threatened to ruin plans for an evening shoot, my dad suggested I take out my new rain boots that I'd picked up in Tokyo instead. So we ventured out into the rain for an hour or so, and I didn't mind it at all. No bitter wind, no freezing temperatures. Just a good excuse to splash my new shoes around in some puddles.
Louis Vuitton scarf, similar here
Chelsea boots from Tokyo, similar here
Bag from Charles & Keith, similar here
Photos by my dad