About us
We are a team of old friends who wanted to bring something good into this world. It all started with the ambient label of Ukrainian artist Oleksandr Demianenko @giraffetapes, founded in 2020.
Now it’s time to gather everything we love in one house — ambient music, analog photography, cassette tapes, delicious food, sacred mantras, and, most importantly, the feeling of home.



Here you can taste our ramen @giraffehome.ramen that warms the soul, and the fresh bread that knows how to speak — softly, like a memory.

There will be mornings of slow breakfasts, when you can come for a cup of coffee or tea, unroll your mat for yoga with @dynamic_alchemist, or simply stay to share a tartine and a quiet moment.



This is our space — a gentle intersection of sound, scent, and taste.
Welcome home.

Cardamon Spell — one day only

The Road to the Meadow of Awakening

Giraffe Tapes returns home

GiraffeHome — a place where food remembers why it was created

The Shadow That Knew the Light

The Fog That Remembers

The Alchemy of the Sea Buckthorn

Fado of the Dying Sun

Peter’s Pigeons

Whispers of the Acacia

Miro and the Three Days

Lift your gaze

Igo and the Silence He Heard

Lucia and the Voice That Woke Up Late

The Kitchen Where the World Comes Alive

I, Tejo, Architect of Unspoken Worlds

The Summit That Breathes Light

Where the Crickets Sing

To my grandmother Annushka

Odysseus

Victor’s plant

The Last Thirty Seconds

Lila’s Herbarium

When the Birds Return

Where Sound Ends: Ambient as a Way of Being

Not by path, but by memory

The bread rose in the oven

New Merch from giraffehome — Artifacts of Time on T-Shirts. Coming Soon

The Light Within

When the trees were small

Light through the window

I am giraffe tapes

The ocean

Analog vibes only

Priceless

A Lonely Tree Between Worlds

The Juggler from Childhood

The story of a certain rabbit

One Shot, One Chance

Reflection is looking at you

And we pretend to understand

A space of inspiration

Kundalini yoga at giraffehome

Love people not labels

Grandmother’s Rushnyks

Stay analog

Indian memories and captured radio waves via Rusted Tone Recordings

Film is not dead

Letters that were never sent

Sometimes a period is just a comma

Come to practice

The old wallpaper

Press play. Stay analog.

Play. Pause. Repeat.

What does the brick hide?

History speaks

Shunia mode

Photography isn’t just an image

The funicular glides slowly

Black and white symphony
