L'Heure Bleue
One night in Paris, told in five songs. A meeting, a plea, a hesitation, a farewell, and the morning after. Accordion, cello, brushed drums and a voice that keeps its secrets.
The debut album. Step inside the night →
Hold me like the night is thin,
like morning won't come creeping in. Reviens
The blue hour
Between the last streetlamp and the first light, Paris belongs to no one. That is where these songs live: in doorways, on fifth floors, on bridges over the Seine, in the pause before a yes or a no.