“They say art takes multiple forms. And we are the most peculiar of them all.”
If you ask people of Tbilisi they will tell you that for quite some time the city has been transfiguring into a shiny piece of cheap jewellery, which no one wants to wear more than twice. But we keep growing with it, rooting ourselves into concrete blocks, into glass and steel, multiplying like city rats and spreading in every direction. We auction ourselves at Tbilisi Flea Market and dance together till we fall apart at black corners of Bassiani. Our bodies consist of soul and art. We live it. And while the prince is turning into a slimy frog there are still few places emerging from its inevitable and distasteful transformation. Here is a brief guide to what is left of Tbilisi’s hipster soul.