When the noise fades.

There's a wall behind the old wood workshop with the KUTOKI mark hand-painted on it, sprayed there before this was ever a real brand, back when AFTER HOURS was just a phrase. We went back to shoot around it at sunset, one person on the ledge, one climbing the gate underneath.

No lighting rig, no bounce card. Just the sky doing what it does right before it goes dark. AFTER HOURS was always about that window: when the noise fades and whatever's left is the real thing.