Black out

When I arrived in Burkina Faso, it was the first time I had set foot in West Africa, without really knowing what to expect. And from the moment I arrived, from the first night I spent in Ouagadougou, I was fascinated by the nocturnal environment. The district where I am staying, Gounghin, is almost completely in darkness because there is no public lighting. Only the headlights of the cars, the lights of the few shops and bushes here and there, sometimes a small fire in the middle of the street where rubbish is being burnt, make it possible to distinguish people, what is happening just next door or a little further away. Everywhere around me strange, mysterious pictures appear. Life is revealed in fleeting snatches, the different light sources instinctively leading the eye to scan the scene, going from one light to another. Looking for what is hidden, scrutinizing. Various feelings permeate me. Because the atmosphere that is created from what the night reveals to us, lets us see, can just as easily bring us a feeling of tension, electricity, or even calm.

Curated by

Elie Flora@flora-elie

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