I got back to São Paulo yesterday and it's been raining pretty much ever since. There are both ups and downs to this. Up: it doesn't take 2 hours to fall asleep in scorching 90-degree heat and humidity and I don't wake up in a veritable ocean of my own sweat. Down: it's raining all the time. Like, all. The. Time. The weird thing is, it's super-light rain. You can't even really see it, you just feel like you're walking through very excited fog.
There's actually a word for this type of rain in Portuguese: garúa. Now I know why. I guess it's like all those eskimos that have a million words for snow (although I've heard this is a lie). In English we have a gazillion words for walking - any ideas as to why that is? Think about it. Walk. Amble. Saunter. Trek. Stride. Sashay. Troop. Ramble. Prowl. Glide. Trudge. Dawdle. Trek. (In these photos you can see me doing all of the above.) ?!?! Theories?!?!
But anyways, some time ago I dragged Boyf out for one of our usual strolls (STROLL!) aka me-being-all-please-take-pictures-of-my-clothes-pretty-please-pretty-please-and-Boyf-being-all-mrph-fine-but-only-because-you're-cute.
SWEATER Anthropologie | SHORTS from some mall in Spain |
BELT feria de Mataderos | NECKLACE gift from Boyf |
CLUTCH Kate Spade | SHOES Pour La Victoire
The story behind that second-to-last photo, if you're wondering, is that Boyf, all caught up in the excitement of being Mr. Badass Photographer, decided that it would be a great idea for me to climb up on that stinky pile of garbage and pose for a few photos.In case you haven't guessed, that's the photo of me following his terrible advice.
Anyways, hoping you all had a lovely holiday! Happy 2013 again to all!