Havana, Cuba Exhibición - Maestro de Photographie

The first thing you become receptive to are the colours. Of all shades, screaming at you ‘Look at me! Look at me!” – And you can’t help but oblige. Havana is pregnant with colour. But amidst this riot of colour is the poverty. At first you won’t notice it, as the colours play tricks and hide it, the sun shines brightly and hides it, and the smiles of the people are deceiving and they too hide it. But once the colours have faded, the smiles have worn down, and your eyes have accustomised to the sun; old Havana stands naked before you, bearing all: