On the coast of French Guiana the capital city of Cayenne pokes out into the ocean and teeters between decay and renewal. For the most part, it is the decay that grabs my eye. The sea-air and the sun work on the colonial structures, fading colors, wearing away material and creating staggering visual landscapes. Add a bit of hip-hop culture, cinderblock, roll-down gates and corrugated tin. Over the year or so that I was in FG I spent many days zig-zagging Cayenne. Following are some of the abstracts that caught my eye.
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