I’m drawn to moments that don’t ask for attention. To things that disappear before you can name them. The stuff you notice only after you’ve passed it.

The Underexposed is a place for fragments. Moments that never raised their hand, but stayed with me anyway.

I’m a filmmaker, but this isn’t cinema. It’s what happens before a story starts, or after it’s over.

This is for the in between. For the second before someone speaks. For the gesture you almost missed.