
My client had spent fifteen years in Paris before returning to Accra to build the house he had always intended to build. He arrived back with a particular problem: he had become someone different in those fifteen years, and he needed a home that could hold both versions of himself — the Ghanaian who had grown up in Osu, and the man who had spent a decade and a half in the 11th arrondissement. He did not want to choose.
I started with the textiles. I work with a collective of weavers in Kumasi who produce Kente cloth in non-traditional colourways — deep indigo and charcoal, soft terracotta and stone — and these became the connective tissue of the project. Against them I placed pieces I know well from my time in Europe: a Prouvé chair, a Charlotte Perriand shelf, a Noguchi lamp. The conversation between these objects and the handmade Ghanaian work is the whole point of the house.
The concrete furniture on the terrace was cast by artisans I found in Accra's industrial district, working from patterns I drew. It took four attempts to get the mix right. The finished pieces look like they have always been there, which is exactly what I wanted.
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