Stalker & SvenArden
Ever thought about how a crumbling warehouse can feel like a living character, telling its own story just by its decay?
Yeah, the way the dust drifts and the old beams groan, it feels like the place is breathing, telling its own tale with every crack.
It’s like the set itself is a character now, and you’ve got to listen to its rhythm before you even hit your cue.It’s like the set itself is a character now, and you’ve got to listen to its rhythm before you even hit your cue.