We are all fashion decoration in each other eyes.

The world's greatest cities are concealed in diverse shops windows that stopped their existence as a part of the city and became its essence. The dangerous magic of the perfect world exposing trough the shop's windows makes people feel weak in the face coming obsession that deprives them of ability of living sane.

People dedicate their life for purchasing of tiny item by Dior or CocoChanel, thinking that it will bring to them more happiness and perfection.  They are working and spending and again, spending and working. All is for fleeting whims of fashion that  is never true to itself... The reality by itself is a servant to Fashion's  changeable moods.. When the end of the city's independent existence will appeared, the beginning of existence of its reflection will start.  Or rather its perfect prototype of what people want to see trough luxury shop's displays. The big shops and elegant boutiques are located on main streets of the city to present them in the best light - light of the Midtown's heart! We can look inside windows and find out even more than jst reflections of the streets. We see the reflection of mentality   of the residences, their faces in their dreams, their desires of richness and luxuries, their sold souls to illusion that locks them behind windows in a shapes of soundless mannequins..

The  life isn't for living but for a displaying alive life. There are two worlds inside of one, but which one is real Reflecting or reflected?

People met each other in the mirror mazes of reflections and smile ambiguously because this is human nature to be ambiguous. Being a part of two worlds: real and illusive. The illusion entangles and tenderly drops on our eyelids its sweet poison of seduction, closing eyes and wanders from right way away..

..nobody asks question or doubts anymore. They just sold and bought illusion to displays its flattering products  on their ambitious Ego. The Illusion is egocentric. She is walking on the fragments of the real city that has been devoted to her, passing by countries of new world converting them to her own projected reality. And all this  shop's dispalys with entire  reflected cities with their commercial content is reflected in our eyes. In the following turn we are reflected in the eyes of Universe with all our reflections...

Might be we never exist and this world is only distorted projection of transcendental celestial world for which we will always be as a reflection...  

Natalie Poette