When I first began talking to textile workers in Lagos about the idea of an archive, the question that kept coming back was not simply whether their work could be sold internationally, but whether the act of archiving might extract something vital from the people and practices it sought to...
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Heritage
I remember the first time I stood in front of a protest banner that had been...
Heritage
When a ritual mask returns to the village from which it was taken—whether...
Essays
I remember the first time I watched an oral testimony translated into an...
Essays
When designers reach into archives for inspiration, they are touching more than...
I remember the first time I saw a polished prototype from a cultural-tech startup — an elegant interface that promised to “democratise access” to remote collections. It was irresistible: high-resolution images, immersive narratives, instant...