moving day

I photographed a young couple moving into the Ponce neighborhood after a few months outside the perimeter. For the record, most people under 35 consider the perimeter as the circle between life and banality. In the past few years, all I've heard is reprehension of the suburbs and the constant damning of their worth.

I asked the woman moving in how many times she had moved and she told me three times in the last year. They was distain in her voice when she talked about living in Sandy Springs. She seemed relived to be back near the hub of the city. Of course, she was very cautious when asking about the security of the neighborhood. When I told her our cars had been broken into five times this year, she seemed carefree until realizing that I wasn't kidding.

The end of whiteflight means more and more people (family-types) are being driven to live downtown. They want luxury and allure without the dreck of urban poverty. It's as if the luster of city life never came with the idea that sixty years after professionals fled for the cheap comforts of the sprawl, they return to the ailing heart they abandoned so long ago expecting the problem to have fixed itself.