In the middle of the winding alleys of the Grand Bazaar, Tehran's bustling heart of commerce, Mohammed Rafi holds up a hand in search of a pencil in his miniature kingdom of colour. In a shop space ...
“It’s defacing something, and it’s at the same time smart-ass ... You can’t attack someone for his color, for his size …” But put a pencil-thin mustache on him and wham!