Artificial worlds surround us. Shop windows, billboards and magazines are portals to parallel universes, that set-dress our mundane reality and relieve us of the responsibility of the dream. The pusher shows us what our aspirations are, and shows us where to buy them.
The dirty fringe of the city at night juxtaposes decaying shop-fronts, hooded gangs, traffic fumes and haggard faces with glowing visions of perfect worlds. Perfectly lit, perfectly framed, perfectly inhabited. These windows may expose an interior artifice in our own identities, where the simulated utopia and consumerist dream have become part of our everyday environments.