I visited Cuba in 2014 and was struck by its fallen – and falling – glory. I saw massive holes in the street, homes that barely had a barrier between the public street and the interior – and no barriers within for personal privacy; buildings literally crumbling; bags of government issue rationed rice. Two years later, I came across some photographs from a fashion show that Chanel had put on in Cuba. The images created for this were anachronistic to what I had seen in Havana. I remembered the background scenery but was astonished to see how the story had been manipulated for the brief event. It was a picture of colonialism in all of its glorious exploitation. The proposition of a vision so radically far from reality bothered me terribly. This series of collages resulted as my absurdist response to the lack of care, respect or thought I witnessed in the staging of such a show. The collages juxtapose my images from my time in Havana with those from the Chanel show, highlighting the devastating rift between two worlds in one space.