Non-BioNon-BioNia Black, from the song Who Owns The Sky?
Who owns the sky?
A clear sky, all the way round. Then something black pours down over it from the crown and doesn't stop.
The question from the song runs around the brim, where you'd only read it on someone else.
Shot vertical, inside the commute: platforms, buses, open-plan offices, a phone lit up in the dark. Nia moves through crowds that never look up.
About Who Owns The Sky?
