Vitruvius, the Roman architect, used the word Street for the first time and by describing its sceneries, divided urban sites into three categories: Tragic, Comic, and Satiric. In Tehran’s continual turmoil, the scenery is more tragic rather than satiric. My relation with the city is always turning into a complex, as long as I am moving in the street and its sights, tragic or comic, fades away with no pause. I find shelter among the walls of my house, and leave behind the sad turmoil of Tehran in the heart of its streets. My imagination is trapped among the books which have covered the walls of my apartment. Each day, we the urban travelers leave our imaginations and dreams in our houses, and without finding any perception in the tragic, comic, and satiric scenery of Tehran, along with other fellow passengers, pass through the streets, so fast that we forget the route, considering only our beginning and destination. Streets have become a place for overtaking not for contemplating. A place which is uncommunicative, rather than being our collective life story. It can be a place to overlap our personal imaginations to form the collective memory of the city.
Hereon, I step into the city. I make my personal moment public. I read books. I intermix my imaginations with the city. I sit in front of the camera and for a moment I freeze myself among my own imaginations; maybe it would make us stop for a moment and find our relation with each other. It might make the streets a place for contemplation and communication, and extend the spirit of the city.

Concealment of the human body has always been a significant consideration from the dawn of civilization up to the rise of technology. The objectivity of such issue becomes problematic when it comes to women in every region. The covering and the clothing of a female body indicate the cultural origins, social caste, and the political and religious atmosphere surrounding that woman. In case of being an Iranian woman, it is more paradoxical. Through the course of history in Iran, this issue has had a lot of Ups and Downs, especially in the last century from the time they were banned from veil in public, to the time they are forced to keep Hijab as an obligation. If I am forced to Conceal myself, I wished nature had done his work in the first place.

Mahsa is a twenty-three years old actress from Tehran and yet has not played her favorite act on the silver screen. This photo was taken of her after a two-day camp by the Persian Golf with a group of female friends, where she saw the ocean for the very first time. Here, far away from the city and all its restrictions for women, she does not need to keep Hijab, and can freely get tanned and swim in the Persian green of the ocean; for here it is like to be born again.