Mi refugio

The scouts

The premise is *almost* there—interiority as literal interior, noise as something you photograph away—but it plays the metaphor too straight, too earnest; I wanted it to break its own logic, to get weird with the contradiction.

A formally attentive essay film that positions domestic photography in conversation with structural cinema's obsession with perception and constraint; the three-minute duration feels deliberately classical, each frame considered as a unit in a larger argument about attention.

The decision to photograph *corners*—not rooms, not faces, but the negative space where walls meet—turns what could be a straightforward anxiety document into something spatially specific; that one geometric choice makes the whole thing breathe differently than a thousand more obvious shots would.