The navigation practised at this stand predates every directory: one bright point, kept in sight, and a course held against it. That is the entire meaning of nav in this studio’s name. There is no catalogue of applications here, no index of projects, no map of networks — only a lamp shaped like a star and eight tools for making pictures.
The distinction matters because the work is different. A directory points outward, at other people’s things. A studio points inward, at its own bench: one fictional woman, described once on her lodestar card, carried carefully from stills to video to finishing without losing herself on the way.
Studio credits belong to the same inward order. They are counted here, spent here on pictures, and they are not a cryptocurrency, not a token and not money — they cannot leave, be traded or be redeemed, and nothing here prices, lists or advises on any asset.
One star, one card, one row of tools. Steer by that, and the pictures stay true — which is the only destination this studio has ever offered.
Makers steer the same way in practice. The card is the fixed point; the day’s line — outfit, corner, hour, light — is the weather, expected to change and never mistaken for the course. A series judged against a fixed point arrives. A series judged against yesterday’s weather wanders, however bright the star.