Pretty Ghetto

My city loves to sleep. When it wakes, it resumes its rough everyday rhythm and doesn’t care about joy. Superficiality dominates everything related to true beauty. So I created my city on the edge of the existing city, taking as my point of view all the best I could snap, anything that could help it to find harmony. I called it Pretty Ghetto.

In my city, living blocks became large oppressive organism that has grown for several generations. But their residents are younger in soul and body and stay children in their hearts forever. They read glossy magazines in childhood and imagined themselves as their main images. Sometimes they want to be an object of desire but are not as available as they seem. Their weakness is an extravagant taste for clothes and an easygoing and useless pastime. They are like chameleons colored to match the native landscape, praising themselves for being at one with it. Animals are their faithful companions. Whether it’s a toy, sculpture, drawing, or a live puppy, they share the joy of life.

Although Pretty Ghetto is a beautiful utopia, everyone from the city will be able to go there. And then go and come back again, the next time they’re frustrated by the greyness of life or the dullness of shattered dreams.