I recently had the opportunity to visit Togo, Africa, a country where most people live in a seemingly permanent state of impermanence, residing in huts, living in a self-subsistent manor.
I stayed close to the beach.
Full of active fishermen and fisherwomen, back dropped by new architecture such as the machinery of the port miles away and the occasional foreign bank built in a similarly foreign architectural language. The new and the old are reflections through which the society discovers itself. The new architecture looms, it holds the promise of an expanding economy, perhaps an end to the seemingly permanent state of impermanence in which many of Togo’s citizen live. The old remnants are scattered about, a reminder of the past, a subject for discovery and for re-appropriation.