The Turkish Apachi has the means to an uncharted luxurious life. Probably born outside the metropolitan city to a working class family. Educated in mediocre schools around town and most probably never made it to college, the Turkish Apachi yearns for the “glamourous” life he has witnessed around the posh neighborhoods throughout his teen years. He finally gets his break. An old relative leaves him a field/land that once valued nothing but is now a fortune because it lies on the outskirts of the ever-expanding city. Or he is the son of a famous folk singer. Or he teams up with a clan of mobsters and becomes one of the big guys doing the dirty work. Or he becomes a famous soccer player or an actor in a popular TV show.
He drives around a flashing red or a dazzling neon color pimped up sports car. Even the Porsche is not enough to reflect his glamourous status. Only a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, a Chevrolet Camaro, a Chrysler Viper, a BMW M5 or a Corvette can match up to his needs. The car windows covered with deep black filters. The rims never come standard, are large in inches and abundantly unique in color.
Hair is gelled to the extreme. Sunglasses never small. He prefers the patent leather black shoes and recently bought Dolce&Gabbana jeans. White tight cotton shirts and big lettered thick brand belts complete his taste in fashion.
The Turkish Apachi is almost always accompanied by a friend or a lover. If the friend is male, he will probably be a photocopy of the main subject (possibly only much more fatter so that he will not be an immediate threat to his friend’s aura). And if the friend is female, she will escort thin high-heel boots (no matter what time of the day) with extremely skinny jeans tucked in, a fitted turtleneck sweater and a white faux-fur coat. The shoulder handbag will be tiny but will preferably be covered in a brand’s logo.
The outing will almost always include a meal and will be cherished at the most “exposed” cafe/restaurants around the city. The popular shopping malls will be the first choice with a constant pedestrian traffic and well-tipped valet service. After the stomachs are full, the Apachi will lead his friends to a coffee shop near the Bosphorus for a game of backgammon, dominos or a hookah session. 
The night, if there is any energy left, will continue only at Reina.
In recent years, with the unexplainable boom in real estate, The Turkish Apachi became an unavoidable part of the metropolitan life. He seems to be clueless about the future and yearns to make the most of today with an unhealthy flush of money. For me, he is one of the most exquisite examples to how our values and dynamics changed so dramatically in recent years. I cherish the opportunity for analysis, but greatly regret the unavoidable spread.