Boom Studio

The lights are low, the tension high, the crowd begins to loom, As shadows flee the flicker in this techno-sonic room. We’re mapping out a miracle, dispelling all the gloom, With lasers cutting pathways like a weaver’s glowing loom.

The architecture’s shifting—watch the garden start to bloom, Across the stone and mortar, there’s no longer any room For static, boring surfaces; we’ve sealed their gray-scale doom, And launched a neon rocket with a cinematic vroom.

The pixels hit the corner with a thunderous kaboom, The bass is kicking harder than a bridegroom in his plume. It’s a visual explosion, a psychedelic zoom, The universe is shaking when we finally drop the BOOM.

For GA 🤍

Photos: Michael Fallarme
Projection mapping: Bene Manaois
Producer: Peachy Ynfante Talanay