by nøémie

Originally made for my good friend Jerome Hunt – a photographer whose pictures you will find all over the gallery section of my site; I constructed this track entirely out of camera sounds – and when I say entirely, I do mean – entirely.

yes, even the little melody; camera bleeps.

by nøémie

“Up in room 14, you can watch the town go to sleep. And the windows go out like little dreams that have run out of steam. And as London drowns, this old gas leakin town, the aerials sway on the chimney tops, like siren skeletons, singing, though you don’t hear them if you don’t turn on the television. And the church tower point up to the sky, in case you get lost when you die. And the night sky’s a funny yellow.”