Editorial
From Color to Monochrome and Back Again: A Girl’s Tale of Her Childhood Infatuation
I grew up in a grey rectangular city built by dreamers playing with gigantic concrete blocks. The dreamers imagined a purposeful communal living where workers together would build a glorious future without some negligible material things distracting them on the way. The future-builders would look out of the enormous three-panel windows of their apartments, see and greet each other. They would spend minimal allotted time in their tiny toilets and kitchens conjoined with bathtubs. These were all great dreams of innovators later called “Constructivists”, but these dreams did not belong to the little girl who loved fairy tales.
