Chapter 980 Narrative Photography
Compared to taking magazine photos, seeking beauty and atmosphere, Zuo Qingxi is better at telling stories with photos.
He firmly believes that every moment of pressing the shutter is to borrow the hand of God to pause a drama, so that a huge amount of information, whether explicit or implicit, can be extracted and saved in a static photo.
Theme, emotion, and thinking space are the three most intense elements in Zuo Qingxi's works.
There are many portraits in his camera: middle-aged men and women kissing in tears reflected in street puddles, soldiers in camouflage uniforms carrying guns playing a dark and bright piano in the suburbs... Each one seems to hide an intriguing story, and it also leaves endless space for association for the viewer.
Zuo Qingxi has therefore been praised as a "narrative photographer".
He records the various states of life in the streets and alleys, and is also invited to shoot posters for literary and artistic films, and occasionally participates in the advertising design of high-end luxury brands. Fashion magazines such as "RayE" were originally just a way for Zuo Qingxi to earn money for his life. It was his unexpected surprise to meet Qin Jue through an order.
"Like this, add another one..."
Qin Jue walked out of the dressing room, and Zuo Qingxi looked at it carefully before offering his opinion. He understands both photography and styling, and provided many unique insights when shooting the theme photos of "The Crucible".
Shen Zhenzhen nodded beside her and reached out to adjust the color.
"Too bright." Qin Jue looked at the small measuring cup in her hand, "a little darker. Yes, it's more like this."
"Don't use your palm, let it flow from your wrist." Zuo Qingxi said.
"Okay."
Qin Jue took the cup of plasma made temporarily and walked to the shadowless wall.
She changed her makeup and hair at this time, and her black hair was messy and messy, with some deliberately sticky lumps. To put it in a good way, it was wet hair, and to put it bluntly, it was greasy, with a slight dark blue under her eyes, which gave her a sense of decadence.
As for clothing, Qin Jue was wearing a round-neck camel-colored thick-knit sweater, which was deliberately oversized and felt empty on her body. Zuo Qingxi asked her to scratch it a few more times, so the wool fibers on the clothes became longer, fluffy and soft, creating a harmless visual effect, which formed a strange contrast with her face.
In the middle of the shadowless wall, there was a sharp-edged black chair. Qin Jue sat on it, then slid down a little, and sat slumped in an awkward position.
Zuo Qingxi personally walked over and pulled up the sleeve of her sweater on her left hand, deliberately pulling it up carelessly, so that it would not fall off at the forearm position before the elbow.
Qin Jue tilted the measuring cup, and the blood plasma dripped a line on her left wrist, and then flowed down with gravity, passing the side and palm of her hand, and dripping on the ground.
"Wipe it with your right hand, and then..." Zuo Qingxi demonstrated.
Unlike filming, Qin Jue could not figure out what the photo was like before the final freeze. She did as she was told, letting the blood plasma smear randomly on her right hand, and then wiped it repeatedly on the side of her sweater like a child wiping wet hands, until the red on her hand faded to a trace.
Zuo Qingxi nodded with satisfaction, and pulled Qin Jue's right sleeve to cover her palm, leaving only a few fingertips exposed.
"OK, you can stand up now, props."
Zuo Qingxi walked a few meters away and picked up the camera.
His student and Qin Jue's costume assistant Shi Meng pulled up a fishing net with a medium-sized gap on the left and right.
[Hmm? Just came back from a meeting, why is the style wrong?]
[It seems to be shooting something amazing # stunned]
[I guessed it a little bit, the artistry is so strong...]
The barrage of comments passed one by one, and Qin Jue, who turned on the acting mode, stood up shakily, with his shoulders drooping and his head slightly lowered, and there was no expression on his face.
"Give me the feeling of being knocked down by the waves." Zuo Qingxi said and waved his hand.
The fishing net pulled apart by the two men "pounced" on Qin Jue. Qin Jue did not resist, staggered backwards, and finally collapsed on the cold and hard black chair with a "thump".
The fishing net covered her, she tilted her head back, her eyelids drooped under her bangs, her clean neck was exposed, and blood was flowing from her wrists.
The shutter sounds kept ringing, and Zuo Qingxi seemed to have turned on a fully agile assassin, quickly changing his position and taking pictures from all angles.
Not long after, the unretouched photos also appeared in the live broadcast room in the form of previews, but this time there was no voting machine.
[Awesome, worthy of Zuo Qingxi. I feel that the fishing net is like all kinds of bad words on the Internet, malicious words rushing over like waves, forming a net, forcing people to retreat]
[I think it's more like family constraints, she looks innocent on the surface, but in fact there are already blood marks on her wrists]
[Why did I think of a very scary picture, the left hand makes everyone mistakenly think that the model is the victim, but the right hand hidden in the sleeve is suggesting that he is the perpetrator, deliberately gaining sympathy...]
[Hey? Isn't it true that the wound on the left hand is just a superficial appearance, and the dark red bloodstains on the right hand and waist are actually the fatal wounds? 】
[The composition of the third and fifth photos is awesome]
[The outfit is a gentle spring and autumn camel color style, the hairstyle is a wet hair, and the body is a wide fishing net. This mix is weird and fashionable (and Xiaolang's Adam's apple and wrists are so dry...)]
[She is so good at taking pictures, ahh]
Zuo Qingxi fully proved how many tricks a black chair and a fishing net can do. In the next group of photos, Qin Jue either leaned on the chair with his face turned sideways like a drowning person grasping at straws, or lowered his head and curiously picked up a corner of the fishing net as if studying it, but he didn't notice that the fishing net was wrapped around a big circle at the back, and the other end tied her ankles and the chair legs tightly together.
Each static picture seems to have a metaphor, but there is no fixed answer. It all depends on how people interpret it.
After half an hour of filming, Zuo Qingxi let go of the two existing props, and Qin Jue stood in front of the lighting again.
She rubbed her hair casually and stretched.
When filming, she told Zuo Qingxi vaguely about "Daytime Rain". She didn't say the specific plot, but only mentioned "violence", "trauma" and other aspects. Now it seems that Zuo Qingxi's inspiration is indeed very good. Quick, the concept hits the target and a lot of content is revealed.
The finished film not only shows Qin Jue's superior figure and appearance, but also takes into account the atmosphere and storytelling. It is obviously static, but it exudes a faint stream of consciousness literary atmosphere. It is not a simple record but like "locking a certain moment in place". into the camera", many photos have the illusion that "Qin Jue's eyes will move in the next second".
[It’s so sad, Brother Jue’s chin is clearer than my career plan]
[Damn, I laughed out loud when I saw this barrage]
[There is a saying that I can’t understand the photo, but it’s really beautiful, especially Teacher Qin’s eyes. They’re so dramatic that they make you sink in when you look at each other across the screen...]
In the studio, Zuo Qingxi said "Hmm...".
"What?" Qin Jue walked over lazily, showing the look of "Oh, it's so troublesome and I want to get off work."
But this time it was mostly jokes. Taking artistic photos for Zuo Qingxi was not so boring, and he could also practice his acting skills. Qin Jue thought it was good.
"Can you play with a gun?" Zuo Qingxi asked.
Qin Jue looked at him, deliberately paused for two seconds before smiling and said, "Which one do you mean? A hot weapon or a cold weapon."
Zuo Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Oh, it's hot."
【? ? ? 】
[Hahahahahahaha what a strange conversation]
[The little wolf stopped for a moment just now made me laugh to death... His expression seemed to say: Are you sure you want to ask me this? .jpg】
[No, my brother has stopped pretending now. What did you do before becoming an actor? (Tactical backtracking)
[←This has to be said that Xiaolang personally stamped it because Mrs. Lang likes to use guns and daggers...]
[I’ve really been curious about Mr. Salt Baked’s past experience woo woo woo]
【What is salt baking? Hahahahahahahaha! ! ! 】
【Hand cancer! Ahhh, it’s hand cancer! Lord Yanjun QAQ! 】
[Salt Baked laughs like crazy, a salt boy, right.jpg]
[I’m putting on a facial mask, help...]
[Thank you, I’m so grateful www]
[Qin Xiaolang is killing me (light speed opens new usage)]
【Pass it on! ! Qin Jue is so salty! ! ! 】
【What, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
When Qin Jue took the model gun and apple from assistant Zuo Qingxi, he looked back at the barrage and couldn't understand it at all.
"What are you talking about?" She had questions all over her head and a barrage of comments [hahahaha].
After he figured out the whole story, Qin Jue was both amused and disgusted: "No, I guess you can still have a lot of fun with each other without me in this family, right?"
A new meme every day, they really have it.
At this time, the barrage has turned into a "salty and sweet battle". The salty party firmly supports Qin Jue's "super handsome, super A" and "I just like Teacher Qin's unceremonious cold face and eye roll, I always shake my pussy." On the other side, the sweet party argued that "He is just pretending to be fierce, he is super gentle!", "Although we are all called Xiaolang, everyone knows that he is a soft and soft Samoyed!", and in addition, "I "Everyone wants it all" party enthusiastically opened the mic:
[Stop it, stop it, I declare Qin Jue to be both salty and sweet! 】
Xian Dang: [Fork it out! 】
Sweet Party: [Fork it out! 】
Qin Jue: "Hey."
2600+, with barrage, added word count