In Façade, the walls of reminiscence build the streets of a city, the peeling, crumbling personality of the faces of Havana’s buildings. Straight on, these frames are a tightly-knit grid – a bird’s-eye view – with angular shadows whispering of life inside. Only with movement, as walking through a city’s streets, does the animation of colour reveal itself. Colonial grandeur rusts in bright turquoise, magenta and umber, peeling like the window frames and shutters of Cuba’s brightly painted houses. The impression left is bold, vibrant with life and colour, as anyone who has walked through Havana knows.