The suburbs, hidden places in broad daylight, abandoned, full of degradation, violence, resilience and creativity that make and shape the “beast” of marginalisation in all its be..
“Olga Blacker is not my real name,” says the author of Antiselfie in front of a cup of coffee. “It is my pseudonym.” Her father, a university professor who publishes some article..
“The African breeze is blowing on our souls – Un air d’Afrique Souffle sur nos âmes” is what you read on one of the banners of the installation by Madagascan artist Joël Andriano..
It happens all the time. A beautiful young woman decides she wants to become a model and asks a photographer friend to take some head shots. Eighty years ago this ordinary series..
When I want to embrace my blackness, I immerse myself in artworks that depict the beauty in the normality of black life. The warmth they convey touches my chord and makes my “fee..
Walking down Rivington Street to get in front of the Autograph ABP gallery is quite a shock. From the carefree hipster crowds of Old street and Shoreditch to what’s left of the m..
Talking with photographer Ivan Forde, you realize he is constantly pitching himself into an unknown future that he makes up as curiosity dictates. He’ll tell you that he came to ..
During AKAA, the first contemporary art fair in Paris dedicated entirely to African culture that takes place every year in November at the Carreau du Temple, I had the pleasure o..
Everybody is talking, constantly. In the era of informational double standards, the fittest survives, the end justify the means and mics are always switched on, though common sen..
My recent, unforgettable and inspiring five-month journey into Africa led me to both the voodoo festival in Benin and the incredible Nigerian metropolis of Lagos. There, I could ..