Walking through the cobble stone streets early in the morning and hearing clack, clack, clack, the six-inch stilettos hitting the streets are the sound signals in this fascinating place. These are the sounds that are heard in the foreground, sounds that captivates people into this place. Ladies running in and out of studios with big glass doors. Each time one door opens; it closes with a bang, creating soundmarks that are very distinguished in this place. Tires screeching, and maneuvering on tiny roads, creating keynotes, because cars will always be the background sounds, and become seamlessly unnoticed. Men and women are setting up their selling stands to sell art, jewelry and other trinkets. Each vendor has his or her own unique sound. Creating attracting soundmarks that are heard in this fascinating part of town. The jewelry-sounding like metal to metal is being rubbed together. The artist that is showcasing his or her street art is making a noise of wood rubbing together, as they display their canvas pieces all over their stands. It’s early in the morning so there are a lot of trucks that make their way through these tiny cobble stone streets, plowing down the street with sounds that tanks make when they are headed for war. As load and groggy as these trucks sound, to locals they are nothing but keynotes. The trucks only mission is to make its delivery and get out before the streets get to busy with clackers that are clacking with the intention to attract attention. The freight elevators that take these beautiful women with the clacking stilettos sounding like a sand machine, each time they go up and come back down. It may seem like all of this is so disorganized, but it really is not. If one was to close his or her eyes, all the sounds that this peculiar place makes, can be translated to beauty getting ready to unleash. The screeching tires and cars are the keynotes. The clacking heals and slamming doors, add more clacking heals makes the attracting sound signals in the foreground. Elevators making sounds of a sand machine, and vendors setting up are the soundmarks, and all these create a symphony of SOHO. A place where gritty streets turn into a fashionista’s catwalk, where one can strut their way and contribute to the beautiful eccentric sound of SOHO.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Sounds of SOHO!
Walking through the cobble stone streets early in the morning and hearing clack, clack, clack, the six-inch stilettos hitting the streets are the sound signals in this fascinating place. These are the sounds that are heard in the foreground, sounds that captivates people into this place. Ladies running in and out of studios with big glass doors. Each time one door opens; it closes with a bang, creating soundmarks that are very distinguished in this place. Tires screeching, and maneuvering on tiny roads, creating keynotes, because cars will always be the background sounds, and become seamlessly unnoticed. Men and women are setting up their selling stands to sell art, jewelry and other trinkets. Each vendor has his or her own unique sound. Creating attracting soundmarks that are heard in this fascinating part of town. The jewelry-sounding like metal to metal is being rubbed together. The artist that is showcasing his or her street art is making a noise of wood rubbing together, as they display their canvas pieces all over their stands. It’s early in the morning so there are a lot of trucks that make their way through these tiny cobble stone streets, plowing down the street with sounds that tanks make when they are headed for war. As load and groggy as these trucks sound, to locals they are nothing but keynotes. The trucks only mission is to make its delivery and get out before the streets get to busy with clackers that are clacking with the intention to attract attention. The freight elevators that take these beautiful women with the clacking stilettos sounding like a sand machine, each time they go up and come back down. It may seem like all of this is so disorganized, but it really is not. If one was to close his or her eyes, all the sounds that this peculiar place makes, can be translated to beauty getting ready to unleash. The screeching tires and cars are the keynotes. The clacking heals and slamming doors, add more clacking heals makes the attracting sound signals in the foreground. Elevators making sounds of a sand machine, and vendors setting up are the soundmarks, and all these create a symphony of SOHO. A place where gritty streets turn into a fashionista’s catwalk, where one can strut their way and contribute to the beautiful eccentric sound of SOHO.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
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