Salt &
Static

A fishing town that
refuses to disappear.

Salt & Static began as a 4am drive with one camera and no plan. I'd heard about a coastal town where the boats outnumber the people, where the radio still crackles the morning catch — and where nobody under forty has stayed in a decade. I wanted to know why the ones who remained, remained.

We shot over eleven days, mostly handheld, mostly at the edges of light. No interviews on day one — just presence. By day four people stopped performing for the lens. The film that emerged isn't about decline; it's about the stubborn, salt‑bitten love of a place that the tide keeps trying to take back.

Cut entirely to the rhythm of the sea — long holds, sudden cuts, the static of an old VHF radio threaded through the score.