You cannot consider city without its people. Population turns into city and that is real. City that does not contain people. People contain the city.
The inhabitants of a city build houses and create the allies and allies make the city. That’s all. Tehran is not the city of beauty. All of us in times try to make Tehran beautiful, through searching and using our memories… Tehran is a reflection of its people… Here there are few who fancy beauty. The city and its people are brought up like that.
Walls are the faces of city. In the face of the city, one can see its laughter, anger, naughtiness and truth.
Who can say that Tehran is not a depressed introverted city? A city sitting quietly… From time to time, a hysteric laughter, a strange unjustified gesture appears, an emotion that bursts and brings colour to the surface. Tehran is captivated by a dreadful urbanism robbing its face of all colours.
This simple equation is entering our urban life with some delay. It was always afar, now it is as close as it gets. These days crave such closeness. A naughtiness common between people and the city.