I'm cutting back on blithering, but -- wide open, slow shutter, minimum amplification, pan with sun-in-frame, fill flash(?)... You sacrificed studio control and gained a ton of poetic tension in an unlimited number of viewer-defined narratives. Grand Slam! Subtly expanding the vocabulary of glamourgrams is a very big deal. (I'm just trying to make less noise.)
I am glad you like it. Though I must fess up the depth of field is real but it was kind of an overcast day. So I dropped the gamma added yellow filter and the lens flare. Which is how the lens could be wide open and the relatively slow shutter speed. I guess I could have done that at 1/2000 on a sunny day. but you shoot what you got. I will say though that Trishii 2 and 2 is better from my gallery are real lens flare and in no way retouched other than spotting. I generally only use Photoshop for clean up and general color tweaks.
Thanks for looking and it is good to hear from you.
Jackie 5.1 highlights the variable I find most delicious (after Jackie, herself, of course); motion/action, meaningful, purposive physical activity. Trishii 2 succeeds in the presence of challenging conditions, but Jackie 999, I think, is qualitatively different (even from photographs that celebrate dance. It infuses the static vernacular of glamour with the kind of realworld vitality that's usually missing; and it brings inventive glamour to a neglected field of weeds, at level of scrutiny that's both intellectual and profoundly visceral. It's about playful and respectful participation. I think that's damned-near unique. (So much for not blithering.)
You sacrificed studio control and gained a ton of poetic tension in an unlimited number of viewer-defined narratives.
Grand Slam!
Subtly expanding the vocabulary of glamourgrams is a very big deal.
(I'm just trying to make less noise.)
Thanks for looking and it is good to hear from you.
Trishii 2 succeeds in the presence of challenging conditions, but Jackie 999, I think, is qualitatively different (even from photographs that celebrate dance.
It infuses the static vernacular of glamour with the kind of realworld vitality that's usually missing; and it brings inventive glamour to a neglected field of weeds, at level of scrutiny that's both intellectual and profoundly visceral. It's about playful and respectful participation. I think that's damned-near unique.
(So much for not blithering.)